The morning belongs to the night Until it comes with a light Until it's born with a spark Until it outgrows the dark And there it hangs for a moment A breath of hope for a moment Stands on its own for a moment Free from the past for a moment The morning belongs to the day Already here with the grey Already spilling with need Already flooding with speed With its voices and faces, neverending With its hard spoken phrases, neverending But its promise of outlasting light Is just converted black in the sky Is just converted black in the sky With its falling and waking, neverending With its holding and breaking, neverending Soft the darkness reflecting your eyes But the black is just converted light
The morning belongs to the night Until it comes with a light Until it's born with a spark Until it outgrows the dark And there it hangs for a moment A breath of hope for a moment Stands on its own for a moment Free from the past for a moment The morning belongs to the day Already here with the grey Already spilling with need Already flooding with speed With its voices and faces, neverending With its hard spoken phrases, neverending But its promise of outlasting light Is just converted black in the sky Is just converted black in the sky With its falling and waking, neverending With its holding and breaking, neverending Soft the darkness reflecting your eyes But the black is just converted light
