The Reverend John DeLore - Waiting For the Morning текст песни

Let's burn the city down and find ourselves a place to sleep.
Not forever.
Just til we no longer weep.
Because I have had enough of these wicked railroad dreams.
They come to me without a warning.
I guess I'm still waiting for the morning to come my way.

Turn your eyes away.
It's easier for you to say.
We are not forever,
but there's a river running underground.

And you have had enough of these starless city streets.
You come to tears without a warning.
I guess you're still waiting for the morning to come your way.

Will I ever get enough of these cool, dark city dreams?
The siren's scream it sounds just like a warning.
I guess I'm still waiting for the morning to come my way.