Blues Lounge Music, Whiskey Blues, блюз-рок, Музыка для завтрака Waiting for the Dawn

The clock on the oven says it's quarter to four
I ain't trying to fight the insomnia anymore
The house is a museum of shadows and shapes
I'm wrapped up in one of my velvet drapes
There's a strange kind of beauty in this lonely hour
When the world is completely stripped of its power
I'm just waiting for the dawn to paint the horizon blue
Got nothing to worry about, and nothing to do
The stillness is a heavy and a comforting blanket
If peace is a river, then tonight I finally drank it
Oh, tonight I finally drank it
I can hear the first bird trying out a tune
Saying a quiet goodbye to the silver moon
The coffee is brewing, bitter and black
There's no looking forward, and no looking back
There's a strange kind of beauty in this lonely hour
When the world is completely stripped of its power
I'm just waiting for the dawn to paint the horizon blue
Got nothing to worry about, and nothing to do
The stillness is a heavy and a comforting blanket
If peace is a river, then tonight I finally drank it
Oh, tonight I finally drank it