Feels like morning, I was sinking deep into my bed, yearning, to sleep for long
Keep turning, keep turning
My ship is about to be wrecked again
And then I see
It must be you, you, you
Morning, it must be you, you, you
Morning, it must be you
In the corner, I was sitting alone curled up, maybe down, my bed own
No more mourner, no more mourner
My blue is already colored new
And now
It must be you, you, you
Morning, it must be you, you, you
Morning, it must be you, you, you
Morning, it must be you, you, you
Like yawning, I knew you would come without reason…