Woorden: Carpenters. Horizon. Aurora.

Morning opens quietly
A shadow vision
Over me
I know you well
Hidden by the window pane
And all my sadness
Gone charade
Begins to fade
How long it stayed

Patterns of another day
Awaken slowly
Out of gray
A tolling bell
Rolling down the alleyway
It's calling all
My dreams away
My dreams are songs I play