Rain comes down, crawling through my sole I'm not a rainy man, darling breathe this cold Your steps go ahead and wander through my way I'm only thinking about what I have to say Step down in the morning Step down in the morning tide I'm not waiting, waiting makes you old Oh, you step down in the morning You lit the fire but don't you see that I'm waving? Waving in your sleep but you just fall asleep Blue turns brown, coffee I don't pour Another cigarette signs my wooden floor Your hair's not bad, your milk-like skimming skin I'm only dreaming about food that follows pray Well I know my days are boring I hate them but they're friends of mine So I'm waving waving in your sleep. When I come home in the morning I let the fire burn in the sink I'll be waving waving in your sleep But you just fall a sleep...