Teksty: Kisschasy. Morning.

Morning, the sun wakes up
And when I shake off my daze
I see the one I look up to
But I never told you I do

Sweet as a honey glaze
And warm as a summer day
You are the one I look up to
But I never told you

Your bones are sore and weak
But your will is as strong as concrete
I?d give the air I breathe for you
But I never told you what I?d do