Quiet morning, wash me clean.
Crooked nose and rotting teeth.
God, I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'd rather hate myself than leave.
Quiet morning, wash me clean with gentle whispers I have breathed in the air in front of me.
I'd rather hate myself than leave.
Winter thin, just skin and bones.
Six hundred miles north of home.
I'm not looking for a cure, I'm only asking for a little more.
Don't you want another chance?
Mom and dad tied up in France.
They still love you like a son, even after all you've done.
Don't you think that we have a lot left to learn?
Quiet morning, wash me clean.
I can't see five feet in front of me.
So watch my step and bless my feet, hold my hand and walk with me.
Winter thin in useless coats, moving south or to the coast.
I love you more than you will know.
I'd rather leave than watch you go.