Cry For The Morning by Omen
Steam is rising off the ground
And the hot air is only cooled
By the sound of rain drops falling
And the night is so near
She takes me in her arms
And then far away the fire streaks
Through the sky and
I second-guess what I hear
I'm sure there's something there
But not yet
Here l sit in this place
So cramped and tired
And I pray for distant morning
The embrace of painless morphine
Her breath on my body
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