come at dawn all the burning lights are wasted tongue tied now you can't understand the torture in the morning of the day with the cold world brings a fear solitude hope to hear all is not gone and wasted deep and dark underground apart from all that's aching in the seconds near a time just a figure in my mind and a pale cloud passes by when the mourning doves' on high i cannot feel all the feelings i might out the gate i come undone how can i feel all these feelings at once tempt the bottom feeding love wade in the darkest of darkened accounts rest and breath in all your last of days