Lyrics

First thing in the morning,
Last thing before bed,
I never knew I had the room in my head,
For all these lovey-dovey thoughts,
Aglow in a rose hue now,
I don't mind if they are real or true,
How they curl up and away like smoke,
Blackening the farmland, choking up the cows,
Making room for something new now.
I welcome you in,
Sun in the kitchen,
In wintertime when natural light feels so rare,
I welcome it all in,
Like the upstairs neighbour's cat,
When he'd lie across the garden path,
I still think I see him there.
Written by: Chris Harris, Joseph Shabason, Nicholas Krgovich
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