I hung around your axis
To watch your hips rotate
Your name fell out my mouth
Every single day

Then rusted nail in heel
Blotted out dark eyes
Dirty chipped finger nails
Unconventional grace

I'll take you in the morning
On the blackest days
I'll take you in the morning
Oh if I had my way

I'll take you in the morning
On the blackest days
I'll take you in the morning
Oh if I had my way