8 In the morning
feel the sound of a cozy spring upon my skin
I'm adoring every breath every second
every note of the birds who sing
8 o'clock In the morning
I don't care if it's boring
l feel at peace with my own self
town in the evening
city lights they are weaving storles in the dark
stop believing
every move every purpose needs some kind of spark
the world keeps on turning
but I'm done with yearning
for a place I've never seen
no plans for tomorrow tell me can 1 borrow a bit
of your time and make all your sorrows fade
there's so much to gain from the smell of
dreams of the summer
when the twilight colors shine down on my face
and the thunder doesn't bother me
when I'm writing all this
these waves when they keep on shining
or will the tide keep rising
you know time don't stop for anybody else so why
do l need to know where we all go next
should l take a moment and just catch my breath
I don't need a script for living my own life
we'll make it through this somehow
but all we have is right now
in this moment l am
no plans for tomorrow tell me can l borrow a bit
of your time and make all your sorrows fade
oh
there's so much to gain from the smell of the rain
tomorrow tell me can l borrow a bit
of your time and make all your sorrows fade
oh
there's so much to gain from the smell of the rain
