The Black Hotels - Beautiful Mornings

Four thirty and she's calling
You choke on your coffee
You fall out of bed
You can't understand why
The tables are turning
You're on fire inside

She likes beautiful mornings
And who could argue with that?
She likes beautiful mornings

And I walk past the record store
They're advertising
Some new girl on the rails
I'm falling for her
With flags in her eyes
Not for sale

She likes beautiful mornings
And who could argue with that?
She likes beautiful mornings

Too close to Montego
We're just in time
To see her walk away
Over the edge
We're just in time
To see her shine

She likes beautiful mornings
And who could argue with that?
She likes beautiful mornings

She likes beautiful mornings
And who could argue with that?
She likes beautiful mornings

Written by:
JOHN BOYD, LISA CAMPBELL, ROBIN WHEELER, NEIL WHITE

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