The Clientele
6am Morningside
And 6 am in morningside
The first car rushes by
We walk down to the garden
And the sunlight fills your eyes

And stops me for a moment
Till i turn and look the other way
The windows are all open
And it's saturday

And where i ride the evening turns to blue
And fades away
A silence hangs enchanted
Through sunset and the lane

The air is charged with sunlight
And your name is ringing through my mind
Cathedral bells and sunlit is the night