Alpha Incipiens

The morning comes to a stuttering halt
 The cool breeze that blows is somebody's fault
 The summer heat tries to burn through
 And i look over to warn you but something's happening
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 The morning glories climb the wall
 And you speak in a slow drawl
 I'm trying to piece together what you're saying
 But the birds are screeching, the hounds are baying
 I don't remember there being any hounds around here
 We lean back and we clink our glasses
 Raise the drinks to our thirsty mouths,
 And thick as molasses ice cold vodka eases in as
 The low pressure system brings the breezes in
 And they sashay and pirouette above you
 The only thing i know is that i love you
 And i'm holding on,
 Yeah