I've been waiting so long To be where I'm going There, in the sunshine of your love I'm with you my love The light's shining through on you Yes, I'm with you my love It's the morning and just we two I'll stay with you darling now I'll stay with you till

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 drink On for tonight, on for tonight As I'm just holding on for tonight I'm

I'm up all night Don't keep me waiting Behind your best disguise We're only loving place like ? So if I get your cover We can do this right Til' the morning light I'm up, I'm up I'm up, I'm up, I'm up, I'm up

Take these crazy hearts Can't you hear the noise? Get out of those lonely arms, my dear And turn into the morning light You've been waiting for so long Need to get yourselves from going Need to get ourselves from

Yeah, we back Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor The back room with just the one little small window, nigga The light be comin' through it in the morning Old-ass walls and shit But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it Yeah, I'm workin'

Cut the kids in half Morning bell Where'd you park the car? Light another candle You can keep the furniture A bump on the head Coming down the chimney

They know not if it's dark outside or light While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

So far away we wait for the day For the light source so wasted and gone We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days Through the fire and flames we carry on On a cold winter of morning In the time before the light In flames of death's eternal

I don't miss you I don't miss you anymore I just might miss you 'Till the morning fills the air Or the afternoon is fair Or the evening light is barely there And you know is not a lie Unless the moon is floating

In our rockin' chairs That are going to fly by like lightning so they say These are the nights (yeah) The good times that we left the wild side out to play These are the Sunday mornings We talked to the Lord, get right with the man upstairs Get back to