Texty:
Coxon Graham The Kiss Of Morning

Hey where you're going its hard to tell You know that that road leads straight to hell Start where you finish, end up dead With brain cells diminished

Living with your battered head in a can Hearing all the voices of a mean old man Illness and aggression knocking at your door Gonna nail your body to

Streets are hard in this old town Love lies broken all around In sorry piles That carry on for miles Stinking places where you go The good people hide

Stretched into a form that would hurt your eyes to see She made coffee latte and smiled at me But then again she smiled at everybody When I leave that

Locked doors, rose red Locked doors, half dead I see your face so clean in my space And I want to believe that I hold the key to me Locked doors, release

dirt from my fragile spell If in a week's time you're not mine Im gonna touch that live line Oh that live line Oh that live line Into the morning this

Didn't take you long boy To stop from being a friend I hope you hear this song boy Cos I want your life to end And as I lie awake now Crying and bereaving