I tinggle about
The time to start the day
For you.
And i’m really serious
The dawn has no parts.

Oh please hide the knifes
No time to show your rage
It’s time for a miracle
In a morning kernel
In that shining dew.

Auroral tipster in a frabjous mural
Singing to Honolulu.
Irremeable.
It’s the time that stops your age.

Someday i gonna get on the right wind
Faith, love, back
You are that first 
For all who’re broken and teared up.

And
Of course i’ll correct the day
With pilling. You know.
An early suburban head
Correctly do that.