The Airing Of Grievances Lyrics - Singles - The Graham Situation

She's in love with the morning, 

She finds it boring to love something else 

Weak, without any warning 

Haven't you called me? 

I'm already done 

I'll wait till' the evening, 

I'm hardly believing you're not made of dust 

She's a lot like the water, 

Fit for a slaughter but never around, 

To witness the flashing, 

Us tenderly crashing ourselves on the run 

I'll wait till' the morning 

My mind's already strolling 

I'll wait till' the skyline cracks 

And the stars all pour out instead 

She's in love with the morning, 

She finds it boring to love something else 

Speak without any warning, 

Always so adoring but already gone 

She's the daughter of water, 

Attract to disorder that's already gone 

(I'll wait till you're leaving 

I'm hardly breathing, I'm bleeding this dust)