In the morning
Frost upon the glass
And you're yawning
Mist into the dark
What's the feeling
Before thinking?

Down the hallway
To the kitchen
Kettle boiling
While you're stretching
What's the feeling
Before speaking?

This feeling
Holds a broken heart
That's grieving
Rising through my lungs
It's a hum
Filling me up with the sun

In my dream
You call me on the phone
Just to say
You are not alone
Now let go
You don't always have to see


In my dream
You are by my side
And I see
Tō moko kauae
Rangatira me te wahine toa

This feeling
Holds a broken heart
That's grieving
Rising through my lungs
It's a hum
Filling mе up with the sun

Wide open
Connеcted and unbroken
Spoken
Feel it on my tongue
It's a hum
Kōrero i tāku reo