Asa
the circus
Morning Rain
On a drizzly morning, the window glass reflects strangely white
Not feeling it, so I put away my cigarette
Feels like I might mess it up
Close your eyes
Don't wait for me again
Like a pink evening at dusk
That cold sky I once saw is gone
The ghost of the night turns to flowers in the morning, floating away
Close your eyes
Don't wait for me again
Like a pink evening at dusk
That cold sky I once saw is gone
The ghost of the night turns to flowers in the morning, floating away
Tracing the clouds, I think of you sleeping, floating away
The ghost of the night turns to flowers in the morning, floating away
(On a drizzly morning, the window glass reflects strangely white)
Tracing the clouds, I think of you sleeping, floating away
(Not feeling it, so I put away my cigarette, feels like I might mess it up)
The ghost of the night turns to flowers in the morning, floating away
(On a drizzly morning, the window glass reflects strangely white)
Tracing the clouds, I think of you sleeping, floating away
(Not feeling it, so I put away my cigarette, feels like I might mess it up)
