Soon It Will Be Morning

If this was the last
Sound I’d ever hear
If these were the words
Before I disappear
I’d call on you tonight
And your garden made of stars
To teach me how to smile
And how to read the cards
That gather at my feet
That gather in my mind
Soon it will be morning
Soon it will be day

If these were the last
Tears I’d ever taste
So warm and forgiving
Nestled in your lace
I’d call the world to war
And slide beneath the flames
That crawled across the mountains
That took the tighter reigns
But all I’m asking for
Is to feel the breath you’re breathing
Soon it will be morning
Soon it will be day

If this was the last
Sound I’d ever hear
If these were the words
Before I’d disappear
I’d call on you tonight
And your garden made of stars
And I could be the kite
In the stormy skies of Mars
I’d dance like one possessed
By the alchemy of life
And soon it will be morning
Soon it will be day
Soon it will be morning
Soon it will be day