i don t want to leave you to the long september sun a songless summer in our ears but it was winter on our tongues there s no spigot for our bloodflow there s no telling why we care there s no medicine for circumstance but my voice will be right there porcelain on the morning roses in the light i would touch your body now if you were by my side porcelain on the morning all our moments in the light morning comes its shadows rise like bruises of the night i know there will be other times other you s and other i s still this moment with you glimmers like silver in the sunlight the sunlight of my mind too early or too late we see these people these people we must be i think my body s just a windsock now i feel the future s just moving through me when will we preside porcelain on the morning roses in my mind i would love your every way and you were my delight porcelain on the morning the morning of my life hold the morning close cause i can t be with you tonight alright ben that s enough now your time is up thank you 