Из альбома: S.F. Sorrow
She's there waiting at the gate painted by the dawn
She's there waiting at the gate as the velvet night sky is torn
She says good morning
I smile and say the same
She stands waiting at the gate smiling at the rain
As I turn to wave to her I wish I could remain
She says good morning
She's there waiting at the gate mourning 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
She stands waiting at the gate, a picture in my brain
(good morning, good morning)