Rising Sun

If you shoot me down Oh, lash on out I'll count the loss I won't Be the broken man who Showed his hand then lost it all Broke but not dead or done Hope flows better with a rising sun You're better of waiting Than ruminating On love's arrow She's cooling by the minute But you're still faded Thinking out loud about Your woes You speak first cause It's just another instinct Don't fret if it's never what it seems Shoot the shit cause you won't remember But Less thinking won't give what you're missing We're all captives of our own broken memories Never fall asleep cause you're never sober