Sunday morning glasshouse (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Copper light comes through the door

Pours into the tile floor

Shadows stretch a little wide

Coffee steams with morning pride

Pre-Chorus

Slow to wake, slow to rise

Breathe this air before I know my eyes

Chorus

Glasshouse morning light on you

Gold across your collarbone too

Slow and warm and full of sound

We're not leaving this ground

Glasshouse morning light on you

Nothing in the world is moving me from you

Verse 2

Frost along the windowpane

Bare feet leave a cold design

Sundial climbing up the wall

Warmth collecting through it all

Pre-Chorus

Slow to wake, slow to rise

Breathe this air before I know my eyes

Chorus

Glasshouse morning light on you

Gold across your collarbone too

Slow and warm and full of sound

We're not leaving this ground

Glasshouse morning light on you

Nothing in the world is moving me from you

Bridge

No clocks, no schedule to hold

Just the soft way that you fold

Into sunlight, into white

You're my own personal dawn tonight

Nothing outside these four walls

Not today, not anywhere at all

I'm just holding on your hand

Waiting for this slow goodbye to plan

I love this quiet morning light

I don't want it to leave tonight

Just the two of us and gold

Fading slowly into cold

Chorus

Glasshouse morning light on you

Gold across your collarbone too

Slow and warm and full of sound

We're not leaving this ground

Glasshouse morning light on you

Nothing in the world is moving me from you