Lyrics and Music © David B. Hiemstra 2011
I am sought I am seeking
For what will give feeling
Not something fleeting
Like the gasp before you leave
In the morning
I am sought I am seeking
For lines that don’t turn around
To old times
when love was the sun rising
In the morning
I am sought I am seeking
For what is not emotion
Tangled arms and hearts
And legs going through the motions
In the morning
I am sought I am seeking
Exit from absence of meaning
And the book of rules
Of my generations game
In the morning