Warning
Ian Chang, Rafiq Bhatia, Ryan Lott, Son Lux
Can't promise I'll be near you
All the way up through the end
You believe me now, don't you?
These are not our hours to promise
Borrowed hands, borrowed eyes
And whose light is this that
Pours through them into us?
Felt your shadow at my bedside
Yeah, I mistook you for a dream
Borrowed arms, borrowed ears
And whose sounds are these? And, oh
Hear them howling out from us
Am I leaving you in the morning my dear?
Am I leaving you in the morning my dear?
Am I leaving you in the morning my dear?
I'm leaving you the warning, my dear
I'm leaving you the warning, my dear
