Morning Feeling

Bring the concept of two ship sailing Tis the respect of our love failing Pale in contrast, a picture painting Heads are lost by two harts fainting Bring romance but lust is fading Tis the dance of baiting This the stance of no rhythm more dating This is my stance of no more paying This is your stance our love failing Tis the chance for walls are breaking The heart in my chest, sick pains are taking To bleed the bed of love not making Bring the hands of our love creating Cooked in the love of our hearts were baking Form the land, this love not shaking This is the stance, love was framing This is the dance love was pacing This is the love that kept hearts razing.