steep, jmae.trovato
steep, jmae.trovato
We don’t drink until the devil’s turned to dust
Never once has any man I’ve met been able to love
So if I were you, I’d have a little trust
early in the morning, I’ll come calling, I’ll come calling after you
though you seldom answer, still i wonder, what will pass here when you do
delicate in grasses, bright and ashen, breathing sweet a ruby nest
early in the morning, in the morning, withered, singing we will rest
early in the morning, in the morning, I will call for you
even if the words aren’t clear,
and even if my voice seems cruel
early in the morning, in the morning, red and almost true