Sun, morning sun
Never dead on the horizon
I'm done with night, I'm done with black
And please, morning, come to me
'Cause just last night bad news, it blew right through me

Come, friendship, come
Never dead, perhaps just neglected
Oh dear god, he took himself out so coldly
He said that the world expects too much
Too much from me

Oh in the wake, it felt honestly
And oh how those trains pass so quickly
And I never saw him coming 'round the bend
No regret in the end

Gone, are you truly gone?
But you're never dead, perhaps just connected
To something like the wind that passes through me
And the wind translates your whispering for me
Just last night, this news was given to me
And this fact is still too new, too new to me