We may travel far far but lone as we are how far do you think we will get? With these friends around us and vows that bound us never to regret. Cause when morning comes we are alone, and when all is done see morning come. And the thought of you is a pebble in my shoe reminds me with each step I take that you’re not far not more than a star that fades before I wake. Cause when morning comes you are gone. But if it must be done, then let morning come. To search is to admit a distance between that what you’re searching and that what you are. But realisation it’s a revelation if it’s you it can’t be far. And when morning comes we’re not alone we all are one, now let morning come.