There's a romance with the record, a conscious act to live inside of a song
To encapsulate a feeling even if each side is only twenty minutes long
And she told me she didn't light candles
Because her father lost his home to the flame
Dawn is bright dawn is bright dawn is bright
It'll wake us up again
And we'll act like we've just met
Often there’s a disconnect between the things I do and the things I say
I always make big plans only to leave small notes strung along the way
And she told me she didn't like my writing
Those maudlin words remind her of her own failed dreams
Dawn is bright dawn is bright dawn is bright
It'll wake her up again
And she'll smoke her last cigarette