The Morning Smell

Oh, you smell like coffee In the morning The curtains turn blue Watch the sun pass your dreams Forget your fears Dazzling and tickling feelings Your thoughts won't rattle You're finding yourself In the dreaming hour The streets are full Dim your thoughts The lights are glowing Out of your house And the river And the trees Strum patterns of love Oh are you listening Wake up before you go Your cold hands Are touching the sky Your eyes blink to the rythm Of the shooting stars falling Angelic and bewitching Your idealness covers up Everyones emotions