Your clothes spread out on the floor, just like it was before.
A homerun is a hit I'll never score.
The hours before the break of dawn are as fragile as a song,
and can go on and on and on and on and on.
We wait for the light
to break through the summer night.
I hope I run into you tomorrow.
And I hope you will talk to me
until the morning comes.
Until the morning comes.
Looking for my clothes on the floor, I gently close the door.
In times like these, you're all I'm looking for.
I swear to God I know that I want to struggle to get by
the fact that all the good things someday die.
Because all the good things someday die.
We wait for the light,
to break through the summer night.
I hope I run into you tomorrow.
And I hope you will talk to me
until the morning comes.
Until the morning comes.
The morning comes,
until the morning comes.
Til the morning comes.
Til the morning comes.
We wait for the light
to break through the summer night.
I hope I run into you tomorrow.
And I hope you will talk to me
until the morning comes.
Until the morning comes.
The morning comes,
until the morning comes.
Until the morning comes.