Oh won't you wait 'til the morning comes,
It's only a moment away,
You're too busy thinking your time here's a race,
But we're all heading for the same place,
And it's only the body that tears at the seams,
If you let me, I'll sleep in your cradle 'til old age is dream,
'cause darling it's dangerous shutting me out,
We're seven years into our merge,
We don't have perfection; we'll do fine without,
Just come away, dear, from the verge,
Bodies bend and then break, faster than blinking it seems,
If you let me, I'll sleep in your cradle 'til old age is dream,
Love, I'm told, is not ours to own,
It's heralded and held hard with heaving hanging hearts,
And if love won't keep us together,
Then love won't keep us apart,
But the days; they move, to where from which they can't be redeemed,
If you let me, I'll sleep in your cradle 'til old age is dream.
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