See Things With A Different Head

In the Morning Sun I see your face, But the spoken word is wrong.

You try to hide, I try to find a space;

to turn your sin into a song.

But the words, are often so misused.

I fear my shadow you might see;

The difference is, the words I talk;

ain't what you aim to be.

So hold me tight, under cover of your bed,

and in the morning light you'll see things with a different head.

Stay with me tonight, don't be safe;

from my darkness, or your fear.

Hold me close, closer than your own life,

till your soul just disappears.

And the world will never understand;

all the pain that we've been through.

But the mystery they'll never forget,

was how I captivated you.

So hold me tight under cover of your bed;

and in the morning light, you'll see things with a different head.

Terror grips me, ripping at your throte,

But I say it'll be alright.

You say you see it, but I know you don't,

cause you ain't got my second sight.

Your starting to fear me;

but your not runnin yet;

come and softly hold my hand,

and maybe next life, you'll learn to forget;

and you'll know to leave a troubled man.

So hold me close, under cover of your bed;

and in the morning light, you'll see things with a different head.

See things with a different head.

(Getting the band together... will have music to this in near future)

Thank you!