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Aaron Jaxon sings a confession to someone named Abriel, weaving together addiction, redemption, and devotion. He mixes sacred imagery with darker motifs, promising to be present in the morning and rescue his beloved from a hostile world.
Aaron Jaxon sings a confession to someone named Abriel, weaving together addiction, redemption, and devotion. He mixes sacred imagery with darker motifs, promising to be present in the morning and rescue his beloved from a hostile world.
Aubrielle, you found me standing at a crossroads, but I wasn't there to learn to play guitar. A bottle sucked away most of my sorrows, but with it nearly took my soul and heart. As the heroin you kept, I tried to keep away From residing in a cozy little hell, my dialysis outlook you have slowly dispelled. So I'll be with you in the morning, Abrielle. Oh, Abrielle, Abrielle, I've never been much for committing, and as I sing that line, I know you're on But lately I've been getting good at quitting narratives that hang me out to dry. As for hanging, I was on but by my last thread. You poured blinding light into a hollow shell. Riding grace without abandon, mercy caught me in its sail. So I'll be with you in the morning. In Abriel. Abriel, the sounds of your musings. I'll bid her everything you whisper oh so well. Kings and queens on higher horses, you bring down to where mortals dwell. So I'll be with you in the morning, Abriel. Oh, Abriel, Abriel, I'll I wanna drown your mother's magic inside of your father's fever dreams. Take all the skeletons down from the attic and resurrect them into kings and queens. I would save you from this predatory landscape, but white knights are the denizens of hell. Will I ever get over? I'll stay underneath your spell. Involuntarily enchanted, Abrielle. Abrielle, the sounds of your musings. I'll bid her everything. You whisper oh so well. Kings and queens on higher horses, you bring down to where mortals dwell. So I'll be with you in the morning, Abrielle. to your major or your minor chords. Though our escapades will be fuel for others' fodder, and these stories to our children we'll never tell, I'll sit out the saint's communion and turn down the Holy Grail, but I'll be with you in the morning. I'll reel, I'll reel, all the sounds Love your musings, our bitter everything you whisper oh so well. Kings and queens on higher horses, you bring down to where mortals dwell. So I'll be with you in the morning, Ariel. Oh, I'll sit out the saint's communion and turn down the Holy Grail, but I'll be with you in the morning, Ariel. Oh, Ariel.
