A Tipped-Over Fire Hydrant - February Lyrics

Windows down
Winter wraps around my neck
February twilight again
I dread the setting sun

Small drink in the morning
When i get back
I dread the rising sun

When i promise myself in the middle of the night
Tomorrow i'll go
I don't dread the rising sun

When i wake up
In the cold, blanketed morning
I know i won't
I dread the rising sun

The setting sun is a good reminder
Of what i didn't do today
Everything is a cover
Even the sky looks painted on in some way

When i wake up
In the cold, blanketed moment before the dawn
From a sweaty sleep
I dread the rising sun