First form laced in dew
For a last cigarrette and the mazepine view
Cold winds blowing through
Don't you reach out for me, cause I'm already through
Don't you reach out for me, cause I'm already through
Last call, all in bloom
And your broken hands, they dress me in blue
Morning Star over the Dew
When it all breaks down I'm reaching out for you
Last call, all in bloom
And your broken hands, they dress me in blue
Morning Star over the Dew
When it all breaks down I'm reaching out for you
Last call, all in bloom
When it all breaks down I'm reaching out for you
