The red Chinese curtains of our hotel room
Were cold and silken
And I traced patterns on your thighs
With my fingertips, crushed peach and linen

And it would make me all
Kinds of happy
If we had a little place of our own
With lilies outside and the Sun's yellow moan

Tell my sweet, sweet Clementina
I love none other than she
And when the dawn breaks I'll be near her
Curled like an apostrophe

Morning come soon
Morning come soon

I wore a powder-blue suit on New Year's Day
And you said you felt at peace
In a late night laundromat on Fountain Street
Humming tunes with Nirvana

And it would make me all
Kinds of happy
To kiss the warmth and shadow of your collarbone

Tell my sweet, sweet Clementina
I love none other than she
And when the dawn breaks I'll be near her
Curled like an apostrophe

Morning come soon
Morning come soon
Chase that old Moon
Morning come soon

Morning come soon
Morning come soon
Chase that old Moon
Morning come soon
Morning come soon
Morning come soon
Chase that old Moon
Morning come soon