You were like a kiss in the morning light,
Sometimes the weather would help, but most often it'd be just so bad
It brought back your flaws and marked your face with angry lines
Put your hands face down on the coffee table,
Please let today be mine
please let this be mine

it wasn't my honour in your hands
And those notes everywhere never helped.
it was not my honour in your hands
And your discrete falls behind closed doors never helped