The windows are open, the city is still
The silence is heavy, the air’s getting chill
I’m breathing in deep just to clear out the haze
The ghosts of the rhythm, the blur of the days
The sun is a sliver of pale, dusty gold
A story that’s ending, a story that’s told
The music has stopped, but the echo remains
Like frost on the glass, like the ice on the panes.
(Pre-Chorus)
The heartbeat is slowing, the pulse is at rest
I’m taking the calm, I am putting it to the test
The night was a fever, the night was a dream
But everything’s clearer, or so it would seem.
(Chorus)
Cold morning air on my skin, I can feel
The world is returning, the world is now real
The night is all gone, but the rhythm is there
A ghost in the wind, in the cold morning air
Just breathe it all in, let the shadow depart
The song of the morning is waking my heart.
(Verse 2)
The streets are waking, the engines are low
There’s nowhere to run and there’s nowhere to go
The neon is off, and the colors are gone
I’m watching the breaking, the rise of the dawn
I don’t need the thunder, I don’t need the light
I just need the space after all of the night
The clarity’s sharp, and the morning is deep
I’m waking from all of the secrets I keep.
(Bridge)
The night is just a memory.
The morning is the truth.
Just the air.
Just the light.
(Chorus)
Cold morning air on my skin, I can feel
The world is returning, the world is now real
The night is all gone, but the rhythm is there
A ghost in the wind, in the cold morning air
Just breathe it all in, let the shadow depart
The song of the morning is waking my heart.
[Extended Chorus]
Cold morning air on my skin, I can feel
The world is returning, the world is now real
The night is all gone, but the rhythm is there
A ghost in the wind, in the cold morning air
Just breathe it all in, let the shadow depart
The song of the morning is waking my heart.