Monday morning comes
I'm up against the gun
A week of nine to fives
Hallways and florescent lights
You fill up my head
Here now there and then
I want to spend the rest of life
Every moment surrounded by

Sunrise,
Believe me when I say
I want to wake up
Every morning to your rays
And when this man
Is old and gray
He'll be caught up
In the colors you display

Empty never full
Caught in the push and pull
Overworked, overtime
And losing sleep
These vital signs are screaming out
"We were meant for more
Than the things that you've been living for"
The mountain that I climb
Every morning satisfies when I see

Sunrise,
Believe me when I say
I want to wake up
Every morning to your rays
And when this man
Is old and gray
He'll be caught up
In the colors you display

One day we'll awake
Find ourselves in golden age
In stillness of life's symphony,
Last breaths, and heartbeats

Sunrise,
Believe me when I say
I want to wake up
Every morning to your rays
And when this man
Is old and gray
He'll be caught up
In the colors you display