Will you be there in the morning? And every morning? Even if I stain your shirts with my sobbing? Best find someplace to make your bed Or we'll be sleeping foot to head And making all the same mistakes again While we kid ourselves with pretense Everything has consequence What's best is what's best is what's best and What's dead is what's dead is what's dead Will you be there in the morning? And every morning? Even if I stain your shirts with my sobbing?