Testo She Says Good Morning Pretty Things
Sheâs there waiting at the gate painted by the dawn.
Sheâs there waiting at the gates as the velvet night sky is torn.
She says good morning, I smile and say the same.
Sheâs stands waiting at the gate smiling at the rain.
As I turn to wave to her I wish I could remain.
She [-eee ] says good morning.
Sheâs there waiting at the gate warming all she sees.
Threading through a web of gas the rain precedes the storm,
Coughing on my way to work her smile keeps me warm
She said good morning i smiled and said the same.
Sheâs stands waiting at the gate a picture in my brain.