Žodžiai dainai: Emily Jane White. never dead.

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sun
morning sun
never dead
on the horizon
i'm done with not, i'm done with black, and please morning come to me
'cos just last night bad news, it blew right through me

come
friendship come
never dead
perhaps just neglected
oh dear god he took himself out so coldly
he said that the world expects too much, too much from me

oh in the wake it felt honestly
and oh how those trains pass so quickly
and i never saw him coming 'round the bend
no regret in the end

gone
are you truly gone?
but you're never dead
perhaps just connected
to something like the wind that passes through me
and the wind translates your whispering for me
just last night this news was given to me
and this fact is still too new, too new to me