Winter Morning II - Excerpt

There were all these millions of people who come through here
And I see them all
People of every color, shape, and size
And I think about all those people who did
All of those that made it
Made it to some distant shore, where when they come up the beach
Or over a bridge or around to a road
They start to walk
And they start walking faster and faster
Then they are running
They made it
They were at last home

But don't get me wrong
I'm the ghost of all those who never got to get there
And the ghost of those who will never get there



Credits
Writer(s): Nils Frahm, Yoann Lemoine, Eric Roth
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