Pistol of fire Go hug your sister Ah, where is it you want to take me? Ah, where is it you want to go? Ah, wrapping up the morning's coming Ah, home before the rooster crows It's gonna tickle Shattered the frame Go love your sister

I've known mornings white as diamonds Silent from a night so cold Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides Our lives are buried in snow Our lives are buried in snow, oh, oh I was sifting through the piles In my hand a tangled thread Each patient tug upon

And you save me In the mornings I was anxious It's better just to stay in bed Didn't want to fail myself again Running through all the options And the endings Were rolling out in front of me But I couldn't choose a thread to begin

We played the games that people play We made mistakes along the way Somehow I know deep in my heart, you needed me Lady, morning's just a moment away And I'm without you once again You laughed at me, you said you've never needed me I wonder if you need

I could f*ck you all the time Early in the morning's when I think about you I hit you like what you sayin' Yeah, I hit you like what you sayin' In the morning when I wanna f*ck you (Oh yeah I make her say) And the morning when I wanna f*ck you That's

It ain't love that I'm chasin' but I'm runnin' just in case There's trouble where I'm going but I'm gonna go there anyway I hate Sunday mornings 'cause they always seem to start this way I'm looking for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes Guess I

When the lights go down in the city And the sun shines on the bay I want to be there in my city So you think you're lonely Well my friend I'm lonely too I want to get back to my city by the bay It's sad, oh there's been mornings Out on the road without

Pistol of fire Go hug your sister Ah, where is it you want to take me? Ah, where is it you want to go? Ah, wrapping up the morning's coming Ah, home before the rooster crows It's gonna tickle Shattered the frame Go love your sister

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

The people found the mountain, Climbed up from that hole in the ground We'd look around until we find, we find Through the cracks in the sky And threatened to fall, And we'll be just fine, and we'll be just fine. Still I don't believe, I don't believe.