Go to bed, no curtains drawn
Turn the radio on, no words heard, no song
No song…
All things I have been told, all things a fragile thread
All things to my cup, yet all you leave is me
All you leave… is me
Chorus
Everything is today, my friend said to me
No laughter nor soft light
As absence turns my sheets
That fear shaped thing – things tomorrow brings
Then the possibility of you
Quietly, everything and everywhere
Nothing is mine, not shadow nor sunshine
Nothing in-between, however I rage and fight
As all around turns, as song and first light greets
The bough that was once bare, stirs and somehow shifts
(Chorus)
Lost amongst your scent
Unturned your silence freed
For those who wait awake, a morning’s silent gift
For those who wait awake… a morning’s silent gift.
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