its too cold out for the sun
so i guess that is why we're done
we were blinded, could not see
in the morning, one fifty three
talking, laughing, sharing breath
till the night comes to its death
then finally we'd fall asleep
in the morning, one fifty three
when you left, i just broke
on tears and what-if's i would choke
id be crying over you and me
in the morning, one fifty three
then came fighting, painful waves
secrets hiding in darker caves
id be begging to be set free
in the morning, one fifty three
