Michael Zapruder
Harbor Saints
In the morning, when you wake upMay you find you're not aloneMay the tangle of your footstepsLeave you where you feel at homeMay the white, misted beautyOf a Summer morning by the seaFind the angels are all sleepingCause there's nowhere they have to beHarbor Saints, won't you comeRecognize me and what I demandThat a man can have a purposeThat no angel would ever understandUnderstand, walk with meFeel this knife blade that's pressed inside my sleeveSay a man can have a purposeThat would make every angel grieveIn the morning, when I wake upMay I find I'm not aloneMay the tangle of my footstepsLead me where I feel at homeMay the white, misty beautyOf a Summer morning by the seaFind the angels are all sleepingCause there's nowhere they have to be
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