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.