Sunny Bougainvillea

Morning finds me here again

still wrapped in yesterday (oohh)

the light through open shutters warms the room where you would stay (mmm)

The café tables empty now

the coffee going cold (mmm)

sunlight on the terracotta

stories growing old

And I keep reaching for something

that lingers like the morning sea (ooh ooh)

Morning finds me here again

still wrapped in yesterday (oohh)

the light through open shutters warms the room where you would stay

(mmm

yeah)

The boats are still at harbour

the fishermen asleep (mmm)

amber in the shallow water

things we could not keep

And I keep reaching for something

that lingers like the morning sea (ooh ooh)

Morning finds me here again

still wrapped in yesterday (oohh)

the light through open shutters warms the room where you would stay

(mmm

yeah)

Maybe this is how we hold on

in the light before the heat (ahhh) letting go means staying open

to what morning always keeps

(ooh mmm)

Morning finds me here again

still wrapped in yesterday (oohh

yeah) the light through open shutters

warms the room where you would stay (mmm)

(mmm mmm) (ooh)