You'll feel better in the morning
When the icicles go
I ain't give you a warning
But your eyes shoulda known
She never love me in the morning
Nah
Our old souls let the horns in made of
Icicles glowing
Inside your mouth
Oh groan
Time must you slow
When conflict grows?
She felt better in the morning
With the icicles gone
Dewdrops over mourning
Was the price for our song
It's good weather but it's pouring
Soft and slow
Yeah
Old souls flicker dormant
Good light bitter coals
End in smoke

What can I do for you
My lover
You had my heart
You had my heart
What more can I give
What more can I give
Oh no no
We're not going nowhere
There's no way to simplify
This last goodbye
We're too faded