Born to the Morning

There's a kind of languor in the morning

As we breathe and lift our eyes

There's a kind of sound that's forming

It's the sign that we must rise

Take your own bent shackle from the table

Take your own and idle by

We are born to buckle from the cradle

We are born to the morning

When we rise

Ohh

I was once a troubled young canary

I was once as you are now

And how I struggled just to be contrary

But everything I did was quite allowed

Pull your own shot straight across the bowline

Make yourself all ocean-sized

We are born to stutter in the sunshine

We are born to the morning

When we rise

Ohh

There's a kind of languor in the morning

As we breathe and lift our eyes

There's a kind of sound that's forming

For we are born to the morning

When we rise

There's a kind of languor in the morning

When we rise

As we breathe and lift our eyes

When we rise

There's a kind of languor in the morning

As we breathe and lift our eyes

There's a kind of sound that's forming

For we are born to the morning

When we rise

When we rise