Early Aubade Songtext
von Roman Candle

I′d like to thank all of the stars just for shining out tonight
Like a hundred scattered lights in the ether
I know that it ain't normal thanking stars
It ain′t normal seeing stars outshine the London street lights either
So make a good old bed and shift the drawers to clothes
'Cause everything else outside the world is telling us it's time to go

I could wish against the dawn of day certain ways that we could stay
In this room we can wait till the tears come
Oh, but that don′t work for me and you doing things the way we do
It′d be a conch shell stuck to our eardrum
With every passing minute as I think her yours
A rolling ocean talking 'bout some road we never seen before


I′ve often wondered by a room like these four walls standing
Leaving better folks than us from the cold rain
Wondering if every joke was told, every cigarette that's rolled
Every song sung sinks in the wood grain
If every whisper on the floor and every Christmas carol
Just saturates the surface like the whiskey soaking into the barrel

Now if I could I′d pull 'em down, every wall by the panel
And I′d build a tree in our back garden
Maybe we could sit beneath the naked reading Paradise Lost
While the green leaves color and harden
Oh, but watch now how the sun is gathering in the blinds
And the time is coming quick for you
And me to leave this big old room behind

Now when the roses bloom this year and our soul's up in our ears
With some newer music sung in a strange place
Oh, and all the songs will move through us, giving music to the thrush
And every trash can alley a new face
We'll let ′em linger to their end and watch ′em go without grieving
'Cause that music as it moves will let
You understand it best when it′s leaving

And the last thing we'll leave′s a love song for this vacant room
Sunk in the walls and trapped like the ocean in shell
With everything else we ever exhaled