| We wake together, hang on to each other
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| To the sound of the morning storm
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| Safe undercover, sudden the thunder
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| Rolling in with the morning storm
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| Outside the sky is putting on a show
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| Dark clouds descending, all around a weird glow
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| Stop all the clocks and burrow down low
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| Oh, love, let’s lock down and let this thing blow
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| Here comes the rain, hitting on the pane
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| All around me your sparks in a swarm
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| Let the sky fall, we have it all
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| Inside our slow-moving storm
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| This room is the world, our bed is the earth
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| Nothing else is, here’s all death and birth
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| You’re a canopy, a cradle, we’re alto and bass
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| Bound by you, I’m a king of infinite space
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| A rumble far off, the sound of a bell
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| Swims through the tempest its soft fall and swell
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| Tolls for the dead, tolls for the warm
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| Tolls for all creatures biding the storm
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| We make a hush in the morning storm
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| Just us in the morning storm |