When the morning came there was nothing there But a symphony Photographs and lovers' notes Were sent to me
If you ever want to see your son again You better let us set you up If you ever want to see your son again You're never going to say you saw If you ever want to see your son again You know we have to raise you one If you ever want to see your son again You're going to have to bite your tongue
When the morning came We were not saved But were meant to be In the darkness of the brightest dawn It was sent to me
If you ever want to see your son again We're never going to let you know If you're ever going to see your son again You're never going to write your note If you ever want to see your son again You're never going to trace this call So tell me when you see your son again If something inside you broke
On a statement you cast ordinary (You can't take this one standing up)