Morning Theft - Celestial Season

On the day that I found I was travelling

With words too heavy

Hammering my skull

Was the day that I woke on a train

Looked around in my cabin

Heard the rhythm of the wagon

Repeating, the beating:

There’s a morning on the way

When you’re locked like a thief

In the poor arms of expectation

Oxygen is thin

In the middle of Spain but you’re

Freezing from isolation

Get yourself together and sing:

There’s a morning on the way