When I am alone, I can hear the thoughts escape my head
Falling down like snow, landing on the blankets of my bed
I’m afraid of the dark. Just like I’m a kid again I hide my head.
Afraid of my heart and just how dark it’s been.
When I am alone, I can finally let my secrets out
That I’ve held on so long,
I’ve built them little houses on my tongue.
I can finally let them run. Finally let them see the morning sun
Like when I was young.
But Abba can you see what I’ve become
And can it be undone. Oh, Please tell me this can be undone
Abba I’ve been scared. Piling up the chairs to bar the door.
But I can hear you there. Knock ever so softly like before,
But I lie still and cold. Hold my breath and wait for you to go.
But you never go. Your shadow never leaves the crack beneath the door.
Morning is coming. Ready or not.
Morning is coming, if you’re heavy or not.
Morning is coming. Ready or not.
Morning is coming. Ready or not, heavy or not.
Morning is coming. Open your eyes, throw up the blinds, let in the light.
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