Kirsty McGee

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Morning comes, so full of its own importance
With a single piece of gold upon its tongue
To chase away the shadows so they hide under the stones
Until the afternoon when they grow long

And in the summer morning comes, it comes too early
When in the winter she will always come too late
You can't rely on the morning to awake you
Because mornings never give, they only take, take, take

Summer's child, you're prettiest when you're sober
With a tied and tattered promise in your mouth
To chase away his demons so they hide under the stones
You only give him him so much
Then you head for home

For he will follow, like a swallow, ever after
As well you know for you have planted every seed
He can rely upon your being there to meet him
But how long you will be there you will not concede...

Evening comes and I will not fight the darkness
For the darkness holds forgetfulness and sleep
I won't chase away the shadows if they hide me
For they hide me from the vigilance she keeps

And you would not lead a thirsty horse to water
Like you would not heed a beggar in the street
Your only thoughts are for yourself, for your own sanity and health
And while you kick over the traces you just take, take, take

And you...
Oh you break me every day
And your heart is a hard stone at my heel
Oh Rebecca, cease to be,
Oh cease your torturing of me
Oh cease your endless trials and troubling of my brain
Rebecca you could drive a man insane