Written by ： Naomi Yang/Damon Krukowski
The morning so sweet has a way of disappearing
That moment is lost to the day
The truth I believed has a way of interfering
With what I find I must say
My heart is now broken
And I fear we've run out of time
The new growth of spring comes alive in such profusion
I don't even mind when blossoms fall
Your voice on the phone it fills me with confusion
I don't even want you to call
My heart is now broken
And we we've run out of time
