The Same Thing Turned Around

In the open All is clear Every story Every breath that I held dear As I press these keys And write these notes Broken memories Broken hearts I hope they float Broken posts That frame this bed These drowning thoughts Around my head I have known what I have known what you can't say I'll be gone then I'll be gone at break of day And love that binds us To this town Is the same thing It's the same thing turned around In the morning In the morning we are done In the morning In the morning you are gone