A Different Kind of Morning
AGATHA PRICILLA, RAYHAN MUHAMMAD
“The sun shines right through the window
The morning scent sneaks right through the bone
The car’s being wrapped in flowers
And the writings on the wall... “
Oh, what it would’ve been
Oh It’s a different kind of morning
A little different kind of morning
Not the one I’ve been preparing
She’s in a joy and smiling
In the aisle, they’re walking
Oh, but it’s alright
The sun shone right through my head
The morning passed, the world keeps spinning
I should’ve been sad, I should’ve been blue
I should’ve been crying all day in a typical way
But no, I’m alright