Trying to validate my intentions, trying to unleash insinuation
And wait until the morning sun
Trying to fill the weight of my obsessions to allow them no absolution
And wait until the morning sun
Someday I'll find that place, where baby tigers sneak under leaves and lie
In waiting for their morning sun
Swaying as a little pony with eyes as wide as a roly-poly
Just falling for the rolling sun
Waking up to the lance of the lot
As I fall backwards it feels so hot rocking to the rolling sun
They're running along the beach
Waves a' shimmer and a' sparkle until they drop
Sleeping under lovely love
Bits and pieces swelling to emotions spin a tapestry of sweet conversation
Wait until the evening's come
Ships are sailing along our blue sea, it's about time for afternoon tea
Wait until the evening's come
Someday we'll find that place where those tigers sneak under shooting stars
Waiting for their morning glow