Graham Coxon Follow

like a piece of the air
its just how you feel
are you really there
are you even real?

I don't know which way to go
when I hear you everywhere

there's a melody in every line
and a sorrow in these eyes of mine
if a diamond hangs in every tree
and a life is lost for every leaf
can a bird still sing?

I listened just this morning, this is what I heard:
an angel's wings in cool night air
like a blackbird in the chapel
a starling in the moonlight fair
wings beating up a gale

in the morning
in the morning
in the morning, ooh
in the morning

you're a part of the air
then you shake a whole field
with your golden hair
and your golden shield

I don't know which way to go
when I hear you everywhere

there's a melody in every line
and a sorrow in these eyes of mine
if a diamond hangs in every tree
and a life is lost for every leaf
can a bird still sing?

I listened just this morning, this is what I heard:
An angel's wings in cool night air
like a blackbird in the hail
nightbird singing at sunlight
wings beating up a gale

in the morning
in the morning
in the morning, ooh
in the morning

like a piece of the air
its just how you feel
just hovering there
are you even real?

I don't know which way to go
when I hear you everywhere

there's a melody in every line
and a sorrow in these eyes of mine
if a diamond hangs in every tree
and a life is lost for every leaf
can a bird still sing?

I listened just this morning, this is what I heard:
An angel's wings in cool night air
like a blackbird in the hail
starlings in the moonlight fair
wings beating up a gale
legless all in endless flight
unable ???? to settle
in oceans like a giants mind
harbouring its mettle

in the morning
in the morning
in the morning, ooh
in the morning