Lyrics

Woke up early and tripped a gate
Found a path ever clear and straight
To the sweetest ache

Flower garden on the lake
Sickly scent of a new mistake
I can't wait to see the face of the sweetest ache

Crackling like frosted grass
Inviting pure not started yet
All I see runs back to me
This promise I will not forget

Sun will snow rain will flake
Fire freeze and the air will quake
Day will fall night will break for the sweetest ache

Water rise so cold I shake
Wading in to the no escape
I'll be rolling in the wake of the sweetest ache

Stood outside it uninvited
Till her brown eyes let me in
Half a life to walk beside it
Finally to live within

Now I'm heading home and I'm well past late
There was a time I could not relate
Now I'm caught and I won't cut bait from the sweetest ache

I'll wake up early jump the gate
Find a path ever clear and straight
Close the door and seal the fate of the sweetest ache


Copyright Control 2001 Eric Harrison/EHP Records