"In The Morning" lyrics

"In The Morning"

There's something in the air
It's like you don't even care
The writing's on the walls
Maybe I don't have the balls
To tell you how I feel
'Cause baby this time it's for real
I think I'll have a couple drinks
It'll give me time to think

'Cause in the morning I'll be gone
And there ain't no right or wrong
I'll leave the ashes in the tray
And the lipstick on your face
Separated by the scars
We're just wandering hearts
Said just wandering hearts
Separated by the scars, aye

Yeah, it's been a fucking year
Since, I haven't felt the fear
Yeah, look right in my eyes
There's no hiding, no disguise
I wear my heart on my tattoos
And baby, I can still hang loose
Yeah, it'll never be the same
So, let's get back to the strange

In the morning I'll be gone
And there ain't no right or wrong
I'll leave the ashes in the tray
And the lipstick on your face
Separated by the scars
We're just wandering hearts
Said just wandering hearts
Separated by the scars


Writer(s): Brandon Landelius, Chuck Robertson, Jason Lichau, Jon Gazi, Sean Sellers, Stéphane Montigny
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