Kind of Morning

Birds are loud and streets are full
Suitcase filled with handmade open minds
Flashy colors make me blind
Hoping I could meet a friend of mine

Some been working in the shade of a weeping willow
Some been typing double 0's on a growing arrow
Birdland's old lullaby I am whispering low
Feel better when sun goes down if ever let go

Kind of morning
All my loving
Is going down
All of my dreaming
Start to flow in
And I go round
Am I losing
To my feelings
This morning

Breathing in and breathing out
Something's trying to get out of the dark
Tell me why they seem so sure
Life's so easy, just get some more

Some been working in the shade of a weeping willow
And I've been typing double 0's on a growing arrow
Nowhere man is looking more and more like you and me
Don't you think we're missing out on what else we could be

Kind of morning
All my loving
Is going down
All of my dreaming
Start to flow in
And I go round
Am I losing
To my feelings
This morning



Credits
Writer(s): Aristide Lacarrere, Louis Bahda, Dylan Amsellem
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