Every Broken Morning

Self imposed isolation Solitude It can be good Around my way These days slip right through our fingers we get old before we know and we don't care Every broken morning you say you'll meet me there to pay back every stolen moment We're set adrift from there You drift on til Sunday There's enough love to keep you there You Float on til the tides stays we're remote I taste the salt upon your skin.. And you'd die here living on a promise too late to plan your next move in advance The sun goes down for the very last time On this town and it won't come back up again Every broken morning you said you'd meet me there to pay back every stolen moment that we ever shared