6am Morningside - The Clientele

And 6 am in morningside

The first car rushes by

We walk down to the garden

And the sunlight fills your eyes

And stops me for a moment

Till i turn and look the other way

The windows are all open

And it’s saturday

And where i ride the evening turns to blue

And fades away

A silence hangs enchanted

Through sunset and the lane

The air is charged with sunlight

And your name is ringing through my mind

Cathedral bells and sunlit is the night