The morning it brings voodoo
The warning it sends
The morning it brings red and eternal pinks
Your eyes and what they don’t say,
Love, agony, passion, and what could’ve been
I still want you so bad, the way I feel
Written out on a legal pad
Another morning is coming up
Is it possible, is it even enough?
What do I know?
I really don’t know anymore
The morning it brings
The morning it brings
The morning it brings
Everything the night couldn’t hold
Dear goddess ascending
I see you, I want you, I need you
Your newly painted nails truest gold
Let me hold some, something like love
Vision of real angel behold