Waking Light - Beck

Waking light, it grew from the shadow

Brace yourself to the morning low

Night is gone, long way turning

You’ve waited long enough to know

When the memory leaves you

Somewhere you can’t make it home

When the morning comes to meet you

Lay me down in waking light

No one sees you here, roots are all covered

There’s such a life to go and how much can you show?

Day is gone on a landslide of rhythm

It’s in your lamplight burning low

When the memory leaves you

Somewhere you can’t make it home

When the morning comes to meet you

Rest your eyes in waking light

When the memory leaves you

Somewhere you can’t make it home

When the morning comes to meet you

Open your eyes with waking light