To Get Me Through The Morning

Fade to white
Across the city
I miss the night
Take these ravaged apostles
In their sullen beds
Who is the trick now baby
Are you still breathing
I hope you will be fine
Let us not drive to the desert
Stand and walk on the street
I feel a strange sense of relief
But I was ready to do the deed
The sunlight shining on my windshield
Death would not be yours
Sanctified in the morning light
It's the pain in your heart
That will tear us apart
A rare form of communion
Inheriting the dawn
Striking in its appearance
Standing apart from solitude
With a patient madness
In your eyes
Who gave you all the options
Or maybe you don't know
What to do
All I have is your image
And a few of your words
To get me through the morning