Dawns (feat. Maggie Rogers) - Live From Brooklyn

Thank you guys for bearing with us all evening

Um, I have a really, really great friend of mine here

And I think she came to sing a song with us

What's up New York?

Miss. Maggie Rogers, everybody

If you guys are still with us in Brooklyn

Wake me up when the season's gone

'Cause I've wasted all my dawns on you

So what do I do?

Oh, what do I do?

I get fucked up just 'cause I'm scared

Love's just another drug I have grown a victim to

So what do I do?

Oh, what do I do?

And all is fair in love and war

So what the hell are we even fightin' for?

I'm on your front porch beggin' for my dawns back

Give my goddamn records and my clothes back

'Cause I'm through

Oh, how I'm through

And by the time she wakes, I'll be halfway to my mama's home

It just dawned on me, life is as fleeting as the passing dawn

And it was my mistake 'cause she never said a thing about Jesus

I miss my mother's southern drawl and her praying through the walls in the evening

Give me my dawns back

'Cause everything that dies makes its way on back

I lost her last July in a heart attack, I need one small victory

Give me my dawns back

'Cause everything that dies makes its way on back

I lost her last July in a heart attack, I need one small victory

So, wake me up when the season's gone

'Cause I've wasted all my dawns on you

So what do I do?

Oh, what do I do?

And by the time he wakes, I'll be halfway to my best friend's home

It just dawned on me, life is as fleeting as the passing dawn

And it was my mistake 'cause she never said a thing about Jesus

I miss my mother's southern drawl and her praying through the walls in the evening

Give me my dawns back

'Cause everything that dies makes its way on back

I lost her last July in a heart attack, I need one small victory

Give me my dawns back

'Cause everything that dies makes its way on back

I lost her last July in a heart attack, I need one small victory

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

And by the time she wakes, I'll be halfway to my mama's home (got us, Brooklyn?)

It just dawned on me, life is as fleeting as the passing dawn

And it was my mistake 'cause she never said a thing about Jesus

I miss my mother's southern drawl and her praying through the walls in the evening

Give me my dawns back

'Cause everything that dies makes its way on back

I lost her last July in a heart attack, I need one small victory

That's Miss. Maggie Rogers