Adam Newling – Morning Breath Lyrics

 

Morning Breath Lyrics by Adam Newling

 

One, two
One, two, three, four

You spilt your guts in the kitchen sink
The space between gonna make you sick
Morning comes and your breath still stinks
The sheets was wet but you’re loving it

Years pass like a limping man
Climbing out of an old sedan
Down the street, across the road from the house
Where love blew up in both our hands
And I’ll always see you there

Held your hand in a sleeping bag
The hottest night that I ever had
We spent all night on a toilet block
I kissed you hard, but you never broke

The years pass like a limping man
Climbing out of an old sedan
Down the street, across the road from the house
Where love blew up in both our hands
And I’ll always see you there

Years pass like a limping man
Climbing out of an old sedan
Down the street, across the road from the house
Where love blew up in both our hands
Years pass like a limping man
Climbing out of an old sedan
Down the street, across the road from the house
Where love blew up in both of our hands
Down the street, across the road from the house
Where love blew up in both of our hands
And I’ll always see you there