

Morning on the glass
Patterns fade too fast
Trace the dust that falls
Softly on the walls
Oh, the turning of the wheel
Keep the beauty that we feel
Slowly turning like the sun
Now the quiet has begun (mmm)
Leaves upon the floor
Shadows by the door
Nothing stays the same
Whisper of your name
Oh, the turning of the wheel
Keep the beauty that we feel
Slowly turning like the sun
Now the quiet has begun (ahhh)
Turning in slow circles
Dust in the sunbeams (mmm)