First form laced in dew For a last cigarrette and the mazepine view Cold winds blowing through Don't you reach out for me, cause I'm already through Don't you reach out for me, cause I'm already through Last call, all in bloom And your broken hands, they dress me in blue Morning Star over the Dew When it all breaks down I'm reaching out for you Last call, all in bloom And your broken hands, they dress me in blue Morning Star over the Dew When it all breaks down I'm reaching out for you Last call, all in bloom When it all breaks down I'm reaching out for you