She weaves secrets in her hair
The whispers are not hers to share.
She's deep as a well.
She's deep as a well.

Another day wastes away,
And my heart sinks with the sun.
A new day's dawning,
And a new day has not yet begun.

So, anyway,
There I was,
Just sitting on your porch
Drinking in the sweetest decline.
The sweetest decline.