rain comes down, crawling through my sole
i'm not a rainy man, darling breathe this cold
your steps go ahead and wander through my way
i'm only thinking about what i have to say
step down in the morning
step down in the morning tide
i'm not waiting, waiting makes you old
oh, you step down in the morning
you lit the fire but don't you see that i'm waving?
waving in your sleep but you just fall asleep
blue turns brown, coffee i don't pour
another cigarette signs my wooden floor
your hair's not bad, your milk-like skimming skin
i'm only dreaming about food that follows pray
Well I know my days are boring
I hate them but they're friends of mine
so I 'm waving waving in your sleep.
When I come home in the morning
I let the fire burn in the sink
I'll be waving waving in your sleep
but you just fall a sleep...
