In the morning
Waking up to terrible sunlight
All diffuse like skin abuse
The sun is half its size
When you talk,
You hardly even look in my eyes
In the morning, in the morning
In the doorway
Holding every letter that I wrote
In the driveway, pulling away
Putting on your coat
In the ocean
Washing off my name from your throat
In the morning, in the morning
In the ocean
Washing off my name from your throat
In the morning, in the morning
When the tide came in
The isles would never let you stay
In the nighttime, with the light on
Every light, all day
In the ocean,
Leaving me no time to obey
In the morning, in the morning
In the ocean
Washing off my name from your throat
In the morning, in the morning
All words from the glorious Fleet Foxes