Quiet Sunrise

(shhh) Heavy eyelids, tea is getting cold

Tracing patterns on the kitchen floor

Nothing urgent left for me to hold

Step outside and close the wooden door

Oh,

let the clock spin slow

We don't have to go

Let the morning light

just drift away

(drift away)

Blankets piled high against the draft

Reading pages that I read before

Finding comfort in the simple draft

Rain is tapping at the glass once more

Oh,

let the clock spin slow

We don't have to go

Let the morning light just drift away

(drift away)

Just drift away

(mhm,

drift

away)