In the morning through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading
Oh, the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications you could do without,
When I kissed you on the mouth
In the morning through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading
Oh, the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications you could do without,
When I kissed you on the mouth