It's too late to talk of somethin'
This early in the morn'
I'll walk the hill all on my own
To find the beauty in the thorn
I asked the sun about the day
He said, "stop living in the dark".
I'll show you shadows of life
If you bring me to the girl
I've got packaged promises
And you on the line
No echoes back from my voice
In mind. Is it time?
And I feel the soft of your skin
On a hard winters night
The closest to heaven I've been but stay away from the light
I held on to nothing for four years
Then let go of it all.
But I'm not going anywhere
That I don't belong
I've got packaged promises
And you on the line
No echoes back from my voice,
In my mind. Is it time?
I've got packaged promises
And you on the line.
Take me back to what was love
Before it's not night.
