Lyric

The morning sun is rising, spilling silver and gold

Before I knew it, I was sleeping in the cold

Leftover coffee sitting on the kitchen wood

And a salted rice ball that tasted pretty good

Stretching my arms wide, yawning at the day

Putting on the morning track I always like to play

Getting myself ready, changing out of my clothes

Here comes a brand new day, and that’s the way it goes

Sinking and floating, underneath the sky so blue

Living like a lonely cloud, just passing through

Sinking and floating, underneath the open view

Walking like a rolling cloud, with nothing left to do

Stretching my arms wide, yawning at the day

Putting on the morning track I always like to play

Getting myself ready, changing out of my clothes

Here comes a brand new day, and that’s the way it goes

Sinking and floating, underneath the sky so blue

Living like a lonely cloud, just passing through

Sinking and floating, underneath the open view

Walking like a rolling cloud, with nothing left to do

Tired out from playing, laughing through the night

Losing track of hours under the neon light

Looking at the view from the place I always know

The world is looking beautiful, underneath the glow

Yeah, it’s a beautiful day