Story
I light my smoke in the morning
With open windows all around
the comfort in your breathing, is this stillness before the storm
And I woke up into a story
But is it mine to tell...
He had taught me how to be scared
Watch your words, don't speak so well
So lets go high and upon your rooftop
Look for all those hurricanes
This side is to good for wasting and this side is worth dying for
And don't you worry about today
We'll be fine along the way
We'll end up in a story
I'll make sure it's written well
I'll tell it in the morning with the sunrise in my eyes
Don't you worry about today
We'll be fine along the way
We'll end up in a story
I'll make sure it's written well
I'll tell it in the morning with the sunrise in my eyes
We'll end up in a story with the sunrise in my eyes
