Beautiful Morning

I sit stoic, touch of the divine upon my neck.
Lay me gently - take my body down, let me ascend.
Help me to hear and hear me to save and save me before I've gone too far.
Let me inhale my passage to hell, while slowly exhaling the scar.
You walk on water, but the water swallows you
I lay quiet, sitting in the stillness of this tomb.
Headstone empty, choking on the flowers as they bloom.
No one to know and nowhere to hide and nothing to me I've left behind
Silence of one the meaning of none and letting it all go to be.
You walk on water, but the water swallows you
You're like no other, you're the other one in view
(Don't let it be, don't let it be, don't let it)
"It's a beautiful morning, it's a beautiful day, everybody's smiling in a beautiful way
I took a walk to paint the flowers and the trees.
The sun reflected, gazing fondly on me
I made a picture and I put it in the rays outside.
It washed the paint away and carried me home, I have finally arrived.
There's no one here but you... two."
Dressed in armor - just the hollow shell I was before.
Help me turn my attention on me so empty just as I was before.
Let me exhale concession to hell while slowly embracing the scar.
You walk on water, but the water swallows you
And you're like no other, you're the other one in view.
(Don't let it be, don't let it be, don't let it)
You walk on water, but the water swallows you
And you're like no other, you're the other one in view.
(Don't let it be, don't let it be, don't let it be)