Mornings from the east This time infallibly In the morning In great understanding Enlightened There is no new beginning No alternative end There is no such meaning for this There is no plan B How quiet we are these evenings It leaves your palms passive And I survey through your runaway eyes And your tones of goodbyes And you find yourself dreaming In the small hour minute The fingers fumble the leavings If there's something left to give And you lay your body rest On the side of the sea Just to be able to escape While I'm still asleep We look for another view Mornings from the east This time infallibly In the morning In great understanding Enlightened.