A censored write up on love in yesterday's paper
Left me feeling lonely
As rotten paper falls from my notebook

I had to bring myself to pick up my jaw

You can't stop daybreak, daybreak


Well In the back of my mind she sits
With her arms around his chest

If I had four hands
I could hold you like you wanted
And I'd give you my soul

To see that it's been sold
That it's been sold
That it's been sold

That it's been sold

You can't stop daybreak

With your voice inside
Scribbled on an empty sidewalk through his life
Flipping page by page

Looking up so far down

You can't stop daybreak, daybreak


Disappointed
From her looks of despair

From this