EVERYTHING WILL BE WORSE IN THE MORNING
My love has no answers
As things get rougher
This terminal cancer
It’s all hers to suffer
My future spins like a knife-throwers wheel
Had hopes for summer
Had hopes for us
Had hopes for summer
Had hopes for us
If I weep
She will take it as a warning
I can’t sleep
Knowing everything will be worse in the morning
Death goes on
But it has to be forgiven
Cause going on
Is what death does for a living
As our future spins like a knife-throwers wheel
Had hopes for summer
Had hopes for us
Had hopes for summer
Had hopes for us
If I weep
She will take it as a warning
I can’t sleep
Knowing everything will be worse in the morning