The Sunrises

You drove all night to meet someone that I'd mistook for me,

but your love was growing elsewhere planted by the willow tree.

I've seen the roots, but I can't claim what the earth is calling free,

so I'll close my eyes and pretend that they're not underneath my feet

until the morning comes.

The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads

he speaks without words and he knows what I've said,

and it calls you from the sheets of your dying bed;

the sun it rises and greets our lonely heads.

You read me the poetry of the apostate saints,

I think they had it right, I think love's all in your head.

Maybe love is real, but that's more frightening to me.

Maybe you are here, yeah, maybe you are here

until the morning comes.

The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads,

he speaks without words and he knows what I've said

and it calls you from the sheets of your dying bed.

The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads.

What the night creates

How dare the day take away.

What the night creates

How dare the night take away.

What the night creates...

The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads,

he speaks without words and he knows what I've said,

and it calls you from the sheets of your dying bed.

The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads.

The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads.

The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads.