You nearly have me singing like the loon
The wicked hour before the dawn arouses
With early rays that draw across my bridal bed

Always comes as a surprise
Always intruding much too soon
A grave alarm to pull us from the fever dream

And if I would I'd live alone
I never would and never will
And so it is that I return to him

Every day I tear a bit
From myself and from the one I love
And from the other one I love

And with each tear another stitch
There's always something new to fix
Till blazing flames burn it all to pitch

Through the wreckage, through the fall
Will I meet you this familiar way
Would I still keep you
Could I suffer you to stay

Through the blackened air and all
Will I meet you this familiar way
Will I still keep you
You must not ask me today