The Morning Fog

The light Begin to bleed, Begin to breathe, Begin to speak. D'you know what? I love you better now. I am falling Like a stone, Like a storm, Being born again Into the sweet morning fog. D'you know what? I love you better now. I'm falling, And I'd love to hold you know. I'll kiss the ground. I'll tell my mother, I'll tell my father, I'll tell my loved one, I'll tell my brothers How much I love them.