A tired morning
The sun rises outside the window
Shines so bright through the curtains
The music quietly plays the songs of memories
And the birds talk about the lyrics

Your hand upon mine
Your eyes into mine
Your mind around mine

Those eyes, how they can see all my thoughts
The thoughts about croissants, coffee, towels and love
Trying to stand straight, but I’m sorry, the wind is to strong
A tired morning
That is never going to end
The moment that I will keep and hide deeply with my care
My lunges miss you
They don’t know how to breathe without yours
A tired morning
With golden reflection and fingers searching through hair

Your hand upon mine
Your eyes into mine
Your mind around mine

A kiss upon rose cheeks in the tired morning
That will never fall asleep