If you sleep well
If you ate well
If you mean well of
A good person
These cold mornings
When frost paints the grass
And the blue sky is so beautiful it feels like is kidding
When nothing, nothing
Would get you get out of your pajamas
Other than the wind blowing out there
Is the voice of thy love calling now
If you sleep well,
if you eat well
If you mean well of
A good person
When nothing, nothing
Would get you get out of your pajamas
Other than the wind blowing out there
Is the love of your voice
That calls now
And you come And you come
