Morning About the break of day Here we lay, arm in arm Being cradled by the dawn Morning Rays of light like champagne Filter through and fill our room We wake with no alarm How did you sleep? What did you dream of? Can you still remember? Was it the key of love? The line of light that we both know? Or a shadow descending from above? We had our own little bubble For a while We had our own little bubble For a while We didn't know one way or other For a while We had our own little bubble For a while Morning There's no one else here I'm alone and the cold October light hits like a black hole Growling gray pit Sentry of emptiness It's not enough Whatever I dreamed of Dreams are dumb and meaningless Like the days they refract Blurred and dull, empty and sad I want to sleep with no dreams I want to be dead We had our own little bubble For a while We had our own little bubble For a while We didn't know one way or other For a while We had our own little bubble For a while