Sweet as the Sunrise - DJ NID
Half-empty cups on the windowsill
The morning air feels still
Your footsteps down the hall, I hear them all
Moving soft against the wall
Breaking through my window
The light finds your face
Breaking through my window
Time slows its pace
The morning comes
The morning comes
The curtains paint patterns on the floor
Different than the night before
When angry, weary words filled the empty space
Now morning brings a gentle grace
Breaking through my window
The light finds your face
Breaking through my window
Time slows its pace
The morning comes
Ooh, the morning comes
The morning in
Two spoons clink against ceramic rims
As light through dusty windows dims
The silence speaks more than before
When you slide closer than the door
Breaking through my window
The light finds your face
Breaking through my window
Time slows its pace
The morning comes
Ooh, the morning comes
The morning comes
The morning comes
And brings you home