A swollen sun melting at the horizon 
Between the sheets I wait for her to come 
A living flame, impossible to resist 
Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick 
I'm haunted I'm haunted I'm haunted (by her) 
Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions 
Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon 
I hate the morning 
I hate the morning 
From the panes a green mist swirls 
Is it a shadow of reflection 
This apparition in moon beams bathed 
A voice like wind through trees beckons 
Cool rain on hot summer stone 
The odor fills my presence 
Of freshly dug grave and death and night 
These things are her essence 
Nocturnal mistress, 
spirit lover your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste 
My goddess of the violet twilight 
You are lust incarnate 
In the sweat of my bed 
The eastern sky hints of dawning 
Alone and awake but exhausted I lie 
Oh how I hate the morning 
I hate the morning (light) 
I hate the morning (light)