When the morning came there was nothing there
But a symphony
Photographs and lovers' notes
Were sent to me
If you ever want to see your son again
You better let us set you up
If you ever want to see your son again
You're never going to say you saw
If you ever want to see your son again
You know we have to raise you one
If you ever want to see your son again
You're going to have to bite your tongue
When the morning came
We were not saved
But were meant to be
In the darkness of the brightest dawn
It was sent to me
If you ever want to see your son again
We're never going to let you know
If you're ever going to see your son again
You're never going to write your note
If you ever want to see your son again
You're never going to trace this call
So tell me when you see your son again
If something inside you broke
On a statement you cast ordinary
(You can't take this one standing up)