Born to the Morning

Lyrics for Born to the Morning

(One, two, three, four) There's a kind of languor in the morning As we breathe and lift our eyes There's a kind of sound that's forming It's a sign that we must rise Take your own bent shackle from the table Take your own and idle by We are born to buckle from the cradle We are born to the morning when we rise, oh I was once a troubled young canary I was once as you are now And how I struggled just to be contrary But everything I did was quite allowed Pull your own shot straight across the bowline Make yourself all ocean-sized We are born to stutter in the sunshine We are born to the morning when we rise, oh There's a kind of languor in the morning As we breathe and lift our eyes There's a kind of sound that's forming But we are born to the morning when we rise There's a kind of languor in the morning (when we rise) As we breathe and lift our eyes (when we rise) There's a kind of languor in the morning As we breathe and lift our eyes There's a kind of sound that's forming For we are born to the morning when we rise When we rise