Evan W. Craig Twilight

Twilight is nice, makes your mornings rise Heavy eyes they sleep through the day Heavy arms, heavy weight Dont let this anger be your grave Grave, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave As your skies open When your hands are under, (the sheets) Twilight is lovin In a litta bit, litta bit of cover Twilight is lovin In a little bit a litta bita cover At home Twilight is nice, makes your mornings rise Heavy eyes they sleep through the day Heavy arms and heavy weights Dont let this anger be your slave Slave, slave, slave, slave, slave, slave As your eyes opens When you get that hunger Twilight is lovin In a litta bit, litta bit of cover Twilight is lovin In a little bit a litta bita cover At home, at home, home, yeah at home Can i get one more sleep Can i get some relief some relief Tip toe through the kitchen floor While the suns coming up through the back door