Waking up the morning surrounds your door

The feathered light is falling onto your floor

And there isn’t room for him anymore

 

You look around and all that you can see is red

And thoughts of him twist and turn around in your head

So you reach for water and air instead

 

You’ve still got walls around this home

Though it feels like they’re falling down

It’s time to walk to your own rhythm

To find your way to solid ground

Solid ground

 

In a busy time the brighter things are moving slow

And the cars have all forgotten which is stop and which is go

So you look for room within the flow

 

You’ve still got walls around this home

Though it feels like they’re falling down

It’s time to walk to your own rhythm

To find your way to solid ground

Solid ground