Wake up, I thought the morning light
would be the first thing that I felt
next to you, you said as honestly as you could
"what you ought to do with life
is chop it up and hold on"
even when you don't want to
But I wouldn't let it
so I lost the swing of love,
always standing on the treshold of a dawn
When you put what you feel aside,
that's when I was coming in.
You owe it to me like the falling rain
would owe it to the land.
"what you ought to do with life
is chop it up and hold on"
even when you don't want to
But I wouldn't let it
so I lost the swing of love,
always standing on the treshold of a dawn
You're crawling out to only wish you were at home
The sirens are ringing. If only we were young
Call it dark, Call it blue, heavy times
they might be true.
with a breeze it tickled you,
it was terrible to see,
but I couldn't see any other way
But I wouldn't let it
so I lost the swing of love,
always standing on the treshold of a dawn
would be the first thing that I felt
next to you, you said as honestly as you could
"what you ought to do with life
is chop it up and hold on"
even when you don't want to
But I wouldn't let it
so I lost the swing of love,
always standing on the treshold of a dawn
When you put what you feel aside,
that's when I was coming in.
You owe it to me like the falling rain
would owe it to the land.
"what you ought to do with life
is chop it up and hold on"
even when you don't want to
But I wouldn't let it
so I lost the swing of love,
always standing on the treshold of a dawn
You're crawling out to only wish you were at home
The sirens are ringing. If only we were young
Call it dark, Call it blue, heavy times
they might be true.
with a breeze it tickled you,
it was terrible to see,
but I couldn't see any other way
But I wouldn't let it
so I lost the swing of love,
always standing on the treshold of a dawn