Beck Waking Light
Waking light, it grew from the shadow
Brace yourself to the morning low
Night is gone, long way turning
You've waited long enough to know
When the memory leaves you
Somewhere you can't make it home
When the morning comes to meet you
Lay me down in waking light
No one sees you here, roots are all covered
There's such a life to go and how much can you show?
Day is gone on a landslide of rhythm
It's in your lamplight burning low
When the memory leaves you
Somewhere you can't make it home
When the morning comes to meet you
Rest your eyes in waking light
When the memory leaves you
Somewhere you can't make it home
When the morning comes to meet you
Open your eyes with waking light
