Awake the morning after in the fog of your disaster
With visions of her soft eyes
But you find they're a mirage, the mind's coup d'état
A ghost escaped from paradise
Your head again it drowns as you rediscover your curse
Never a lonelier time than the mornings without her
Drift through the days and reach for escape
And count the moments until the sun dies
The sky saturated with colors so engaging
But you only see the coming night
The twilight chills and locks in the shiver
Never a lonelier time than the mornings without her
Night brings release, but it's only the day's overture
Never a lonelier time than the mornings without her