Til the morning hours call
Till I'm barely there at all
Till I crawl away
Through the front door
At the break of dawn
When the morning hours go
And it crashes through my soul
And I crawl away
Through the front door
In a summer storm
Crashing through the hall
I was barely there at all
Looking away
From the mirror
As the days go on
Till the morning hours come
Though I'm barely there at all
Soft as the rain
In the front door
In a summer storm
Crashing through the hall
I was hiding in a fog
Looking away
From the mirror
As the days go on