When the morning comes

When the morning comes
You will be gone
Like the girl in that song
A dream the night before
A future that never was
Keeping my worlds apart
For some strange reason
You can't have tomorrow
Without yesterday
When the morning comes
You will be gone
Like the girl in that song
Beautifully packaged fun
Repeating the same mistakes
Too proud to say I was wrong
That dream that made no sense
The one I thought was wrong
Every night has a dawn
Waiting all day so I can see you again
Closing time on a night that never ends
All the things that happen today
I will tell you tonight
In my dreams
The ones a can't remember
But some how know you were in
Like that movie you wanted to live in