When the Morning Dies

from by Peter Adams

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i promise you my head's on straight
and looking forward
empires will fall in the sunken sky
so meet me in your room and keep a light on inside

I'm lost and gone in a dried up well
that looks up at a smile in the clouds
i climb the walls and comb the stars
and wish the dinosaurs would come crashing through my door

like fire and hate
all in sunday suits
one for me and one for you
i will count the days
wake me when the morning dies

the water falls into pots and pans
crooked on the wood paneled walls
our rest will come when the storm is done
but now the roof is leaking and the lights won't come on

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from The Spiral Eyes, released January 4, 2005

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Peter Adams Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Peter Adams is a composer and producer based in Philadelphia whose unique works for film, TV, modern dance, theater, and commercial release have captivated audiences and critics alike. Classically trained but unconfined by genre, Peter records his compositions using a variety of sample libraries and live instruments performed individually, allowing for music both intimate and expansive. ... more

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