Kyle Craft
The Morning Sun
Oh brother how you're leaving me
In colors bright and bleeding free
But to say you found the radio cage
And over time it fades away
Some place out in the open air
You'll find a friend, you'll find me there
I know, I know
But I'm sick and tired
And I'm sick of fear
And I'm sick of always being here
So if you get what followed me
Then grab a photo by the frame
And light out in the busy street
To move your tongue I'll move my feet
I know, I know
And I'll go into the morning
Into the morning sun
Into the morning
Into the morning sun
Into the morning
Into the morning sun
And now the clouds are spinning sweet
Like records rolling on the screen
The television's crooked eyes
You'd think we'd learned to creep and cry
For all the way you head out west
And carve her name into your chest
I know, I know
But the carnival and the pale parade
March off to sing the word to save
Inside the city you still dream
Of toxic girls and gasoline
So sleep away just like you do,
You give me hell, I'll give you proof
I know, I know
And I'll go into the morning
Into the morning sun
Into the morning
Into the morning sun
Into the morning
Into the morning sun