No one's awake, except for me
The silence is growing
Can I finally be me
See the oven glowing
Feel the dough folding
Morning's close, but far from plain sight
Will I see you on my way
Everything is closed, my heart is too
Fold the covers, back to bed
Goodnight Moon
Birds begin to sing: Bring the bread
As they fly over my head
Picking the petals
Will I see you on my way
There must be a reason that I feel this way
I felt this before as you passed by the gate
There must be a reason
I saw you before and I felt this way
No one's awake, except for us
The girl with the flower
The boy with the flower
In his hair, In her hair
There must be a reason that I feel this way
I felt this before as you passed by the gate
There must be a reason
I saw you before and I felt this way
I felt this way
The boy with the flower (I felt this way)
The girl with the flower (I felt this way)
The boy with the flower (I felt this way)
