Another December morning,
I’ve been here before,
I see you awakening beside me,
Maybe this will be the morning,
The morning you finally break the horizon,
And clear the winter clouds above,
Maybe this will be the morning,
You warm the fog I lay in,
And rid of all the dew that keeps me wet,
And maybe this will be the morning,
You share the light you’ve only teased me with,
And give me the warmth you’ve only promised.