The story
A worried heart keeps reaching for morning.
He stands in the middle of the night with the dark pressing in, trying to talk himself down before the room gets any smaller. The title’s promise hangs there like a hand on his shoulder, but it does not make the fear disappear; it just gives him something to hold while he waits for the next breath.
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Lyrics
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