Verse 1
Old paper torn
Brown ink dries fast under the lamp
Tracing your profile
Still see your ghost near the open window
Pre-Chorus
The rain drips slow
The clock ticks slow
My heart beats slow
Chorus
Wait for the morning
Wait for the morning
Hold your memory tighter
Let the river wash our names away
Verse 2
Stolen bread on a blue plate
Your silk scarf lies abandoned across the chair
Silent rooms keep secrets
The neighbors talk while the winter air turns gray
Pre-Chorus
The rain drips slow
The clock ticks slow
My heart beats slow
Chorus
Wait for the morning
Wait for the morning
Hold your memory tighter
Let the river wash our names away
Bridge
Broken glass and cold tea
Broken glass and cold dreams
Broken glass and no peace
Chorus
Wait for the morning
Wait for the morning
Hold your memory tighter
Let the river wash our names away
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