Call of the Morning

I could show you the rain

But you wouldn’t believe it

When we were young

We’d hang here for time

Sit in and wait for the call of the morning

To tell us ‘get to bed’

Traces of colour

Wouldn’t cut through

I turned another corner with you

Your face was the answer to all we knew

When we made the sound

I could tell you a tale

But you’d probably have heard it

A thousand times on a rainy night

And You could tell me a lie

And il probably believe it

When we were young

We’d hang here for time

Sit here and wait

For the call of the morning

To tell us stay up instead

Traces of colour wouldn’t cut through

I turned another corner with you

Your face was the answer

Of all we knew

When we made the sound

We made the sound

We made the sound

We made the sound