Morning, Like a picture without a frame
Morning, like a smile without a name
Simple, oh, so simple, and yet so true
Oh morning, I know now, why your sky is so blue

Only I, I cannot see through it;
Oh, so, see behind it
There are some things so beautiful
They're just undefined

Morning. like a prophet without a word
Oh morning, like a soldier without a soul
My, my, my, funny how we see so much
But cannot feel a thing
Oh my sweet savior, morning. hear me sing
Hear me sing

Morning
Morning
Morning
Morning