The sun came in on a Tuesday afternoon
And crawled in bed with me
He told me that my eyes were black
Just the way he likes his coffee
And that everything is beautiful
When you look close enough at it
But your justification for the way you love me
Was a concept I just couldn't get
My heart had run too far ahead
Too far ahead
Too far ahead
So come on and give me something I can go on
Just a little air to breathe
'Cause I'm gonna need something when you're gone
And I'm the kind of leaving that is not
Call me honey, call me sweet;
Call me anything you want me to be
Just tell me you'll wait for me
'Till I'm much closer
I dreamt you were crying in my arms
You said, "I don't want to go"
And it had felt quite a bit like dying when I had
To watch all of the falling snow
Break the dawn of tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
So come on and give me something I can go on
Just a little air to breathe
'Cause I'm gonna need something when you're gone
I'm the kind of leaving that is not
I'm the kind of leaving that is not