Till Morning

by Kae Tempest

From the album: Self Titled

Duration: 3:33

Self Titled cover art

Lyrics for Till Morning

The impact of it's still ringing We dance in a crater it left All day long I can hear you singing But I wake in the night I hear you catching your breath Six months now You barely slept I wonder how many others Are stuck on the same map Survivors built in the hidden depths Survivor's guilt like an empty trap Every day of your life is a victory lap I'm proud to be running it with you When you get lost in flashbacks I miss you I'm picking up the slack But my hands are slipping It was the worst betrayal Resurfacing now That your life is stable I know you're a soldier But where do you go When your eyes glaze over I wish I could travel Through time Find that child Guard her door I would sit on the floor Outside her room Till morning I wish I could travel Through time Find that child Guard that door I would sit on the floor Outside that room Till morning It's not the whole story It's not even the beginning It's just one thread In the tapestry If you pull at it long enough The bigger picture unravels And everything feels like catastrophe Still we laugh all the time It's good for the pain We put our hearts into climbing this mountain together Now we're high enough to start enjoying the view But the shadows down below are getting closer every second Good thing you're as tough as they make 'em You got it from the people you came from Remember When you feel like you can't keep hold You're an old soul Gold And you will not fold Some nights You wait forever Sure You can't take the pressure But when the dark feels like it will never lift That's when the sky grows pale And the morning lives I wish I could travel Through time Find that child Guard that door I would sit on the floor Outside that room Till morning I wish I could travel Through time Find that child Guard that door I would sit on the floor Outside your room Till morning One in four Is it a surprise How many of the people in your life Have this bit of little bit of grit Stinging in their eyes And they do grow up And they thrive It ain't the boogeyman Or a stranger in the park It's a friend of the family It's a relative you stand with If that's too hard to think of Too dark What about the people who are living every day with it? When the past is a dirty swamp Full of shapes You can't look at square on Keep going I know what's in your mind When you lose your words You start shrinking Through space Like you don't deserve To exist Wounds too wild to tame For what it's worth I understand shame You kiss mine to dust I just hope I can do the same We can We can travel through time We can find that child We can guard her door We can sit on the floor Outside that room Till morning We can We can travel through time We can find that child We can guard her door We can sit on the floor Outside her room Together Till morning

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