Songtext von 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 Oh 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 Oh 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