I heard the front door closing softly As I wakened from my sleep With the last touch of her lips, Lord Like a whisper on my cheek
And I cursed the sun for risin' For the worst, Lord is yet to come 'Cause this morning, she's just leavin' But come sundown, she'll be gone
See the lipstick on the pillow That I placed beneath her head And the soft sheets still feel warm, Lord Where she lay upon my bed
And it hurts to know it's over For the hurt, Lord has just begun 'Cause this morning, she's just leavin' But come sundown, she'll be goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.