Stones Of Morning

Searching for right words
No limits for a few days
My feet without shoes
I trust you to follow
Last night was so long
A child like a violent tropical wind storm

I've gotta meet you later
The way you are
I've got nothing worry about, nothing to deny
Your face is melting all your body
Your heart is burning
Yo're dying and I can't do anything

So guilty, palm's shadow
Against good community
I never wanted to hurt you
Writing about good things
Stones of morning