Morning, [bad word] With the good things
The day brings
new light
To help mend last night

And, baby I know
This love is a feature
lost on us creatures so small

And who are the ones
That're getting what they need
Dressed for this cold century

Record me your heart
So that I can do my part
With ribbons of concerned melody

Oh, I saw your love
Oh, I saw your love

Morning, [bad word] With the good things
The day brings
new light
To help mend last night

And baby I know
That this love is a feature
Lost on us creatures so small
Oh, us creatures so small