You drove all night to meet someone that I'd mistook for me
But your love was growing elsewhere planted by the willow tree
I've seen the roots, but I can't claim what the earth is calling free
So I'll close my eyes and pretend that they're not underneath my feet
Until the morning comes
The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads
He speaks without words and he knows what I've said
And it calls you from the sheets of your dying bed
The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads
You read me the poetry of the apostate saints
I think they had it right, I think love's all in your head
Maybe love is real, but that's more frightening to me
Maybe you are here, yeah, maybe you are here
Until the morning comes
The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads
He speaks without words and he knows what I've said
And it calls you from the sheets of your dying bed
The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads
What the night creates
How dare the day take away
What the night creates
How dare the night take away
What the night creates
The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads
He speaks without words and he knows what I've said
And it calls you from the sheets of your dying bed
The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads
The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads
The sun it rises and greets our lonely heads