Daylight
It’s 6 AM
We’re still in bed
Sunlight slashing the wall
Looking in each other’s eyes
No need to talk at all
It’s 7 AM
Barely out of bed
You walk around in my shirt
Making breakfast in the kitchen
Headache from the night before worse
Daylight moves so slow
The sky opens up
Your hand finds mine
So hard to wake up
It’s 8 AM
Sitting at the breakfast table
Between the eggs and paper
Stolen glances and secret smiles
These sweet morning moments to savor
It’s 9 AM
On my way out the door
Driving out on the expressway
Radio playing a forgotten song
I already miss the way
You look at me in the morning
Daylight moves so slow
The sky opens up
Your hand finds mine
So hard to wake up
Daylight moves so slow
The sky opens up
Your hand finds mine
So hard to wake up