A crashing, crescendo,
as dawn makes its way,
to another cold morning,
with a sky so grey.
Sunshine tomorrow,
is what I heard.
We need some warmth,
cold mornings, are absurd.
A crashing, crescendo,
as dawn makes its way,
to another cold morning,
with a sky so grey.
Sunshine tomorrow,
is what I heard.
We need some warmth,
cold mornings, are absurd.