the morning comes cold and bright as I need it the morning comes
no one asked any questions for fear that I might answer
cold and bright as I need it the morning comes
hide me in your hand with the mother of my children the morning comes where the land sinks deep in it's color bless the ground where we kneel safe in your woven creel cold and bright as I need it the morning comes you speak as no other
the morning comes I've not yet closed my eyes cold and bright as I need it the sun does rise
these were my thoughts as I passed neath your window I saw you through stained glass with only one eye
for I am everything I am everything I am everything that he is not
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