she brushes with tears paints on her clothes paves new spheres opens the curtain toppling lost in the mud oh she s happy again cause all she sees is your own level head and all she breathes is the air that you shared lyin free in the place of your bed she paints a picture a canvas of gliding aura the lights are clashing she saw that my heart is racing oh she s happy again cause all she see is your own level head and all she breathes is the air that you shared lyin free in the place of your bed wait for me wait till the morning we ll be fine wait for me wait for me wait till the morning we ll be fine but is she happy again when all she sees is your own level head and all she breathes is the air that you shared lyin free in the place of your bed i ll meet her later when charring cross calls composure two twisted lovers one will look back one never oh she s happy again cause all she breathes is the air that is free and all she sees are that shapes that she feels lyin free with no thought of you and me wait for me wait till the morning we ll be fine wait for me wait for me wait till the morning we ll be fine