Too Soon
Milou Rigollaud
Morning comes too soon
The birds they yell
They lay beside the ones they knew so well
Bed half empty
A dent the shape of her
She went to work
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
Dent still there
But now it's twelve o'clock
Maybe time to rise
Or maybe not
She calls on break to ask what's on his mind
And if he'll be there tonight
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
Food runs low but tension's on the rise
She works all day
He lets the days go by
Thank her for all the things that go unsaid
And treasure all that comes next
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
