Staring from the greens, I took my coffee in the morning cold.
As I gaze out across the field, the misty air in front of me.
Slowly... the sun would rise, the yellow ray broke thru the white.
At the early dawn, not a human in sight, I can only hear my own delight.
Without reasoning or insanity, the sound of silence can never appear.
Just whisper... gentle on my left ear, it's time to awake from the warmth of bed.
