Yeah. Then came the morning. It was bright, like a light that you kept from your smile. Then came the morning. Like a flood from the storm that you kept from my heart.
Marietta. You lost me a long time ago. in your midnight. the flood and the fire of my soul. . And I let you in again, I let you in again. You sleep with the lights on.
Fake roses on the mantle. Elvis postcards on the fridge. Ed lays softly by the ringer. Baby's sleeping in the crib. Old broken taped up tail light. On momma's Monte Carlo.