The Graham Situation - The Airing of Grievances lyrics

She's in love with the morning, She finds it boring to love something else Weak, without any warning Haven't you called me? I'm already done I'll wait till' the evening, I'm hardly believing you're not made of dust She's a lot like the water, Fit for a slaughter but never around, To witness the flashing, Us tenderly crashing ourselves on the run I'll wait till' the morning My mind's already strolling I'll wait till' the skyline cracks And the stars all pour out instead She's in love with the morning, She finds it boring to love something else Speak without any warning, Always so adoring but already gone She's the daughter of water, Attract to disorder that's already gone (I'll wait till you're leaving I'm hardly breathing, I'm bleeding this dust)