LOVE WON'T LAST THE AFTERNOON 

Written by David Poe. ©1999 Charming Martyr Music (BMI). All rights reserved. From The Late Album 

IN A DARK ROOM 

WHERE YOU SHOT YOUR LAST ROLL 

COLOR BLURS 

HONEY CAN'T YOU SEE 

HOW YOU DROVE ME FROM YOUR DARK ROOM 

INTO HERS 

SO LITTLE TRAGEDY WE HAVE REHEARSED 

EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP THERE FEELING WORSE 

BUT IT'S ENDING SOON 

LOVE WON'T LAST THE AFTERNOON 

  

IN A STRANGE BED 

WHERE I'M LAID OUT LIKE A MAN 

IN A HEARSE 

AND SHE COMES TO ME 

'CAUSE SHE BELIEVES IT'S NOT TOO LATE FOR A NURSE 

WHILE SHE'S LICKING ON MY WOUNDS I DARE NOT MOVE 

LIKE THERE'S STILL SOME OLD FIDELITY TO PROVE 

OR SOMETHING MORE TO RUIN 

LOVE WON'T LAST THE AFTERNOON 

  

O BUT PLEASE DON'T WAKE ME YET 

FROM MY BAD LITTLE DREAM 

I'M A KING WITH ALL MY PROPHETS 

BUT I DON'T WANT TO GO TO SLEEP 

'CAUSE WHEN I TELL THEM WHAT I SEE 

THEY'RE GONNA TELL ME WHAT IT MEANS 

AND I DON'T WANT TO KNOW 

HOW YOU DO ON YOUR OWN 

  

IN THE BACK OF SOME CAR 

WILL YOU DROP ME DOWN THE ROAD A HUNDRED BLOCKS OR SO 

AND PLEASE FORGIVE ME 

I HAVEN'T WELCOMED ANY MORNING 

SINCE I LEFT HER HOME 

WHEN YOU TAKE A FACE AND HEAD INTO THE DAY 

AND FROM A SPEEDING WINDOW WATCH THE SKY TURN GREY 

AND HIDE THE MOON 

LOVE WON'T LAST THE AFTERNOON