Song | Hidden In The World Of Dawn |
Artist | Genesis |
Album | Genesis Archive 1967–75 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Pastel colours bring the sky to life | |
Cleanse the night with a breath of dawn | |
Silence broken when a baby cries | |
Piercing the mist that cloaks the cool outside | |
The streets are beginning to move gently now | |
Daylight lays on the ground | |
Dew drops trickle down leaves gently now | |
Soaking the pathway of the thousands of the thousands of shoes | |
Windows opening as the postman calls | |
Letters to smell, letters to burn | |
Daily papers through the hole in the door | |
Sex and news fill the wisdom of a million minds | |
Time is a measure of strength quickly now | |
Speed is the cause of decay | |
Traffic is humble to pull on your knees | |
Pushing and pulling the tired little men in their cars | |
Wake up! Your conscious is calling! | |
Reality begins at nine | |
Wake up! Think what you’re missing | |
Hidden in the world of dawn | |
Rest your body with soothing sleep | |
Dream of the hours you left behind | |
Listen carefully for the break of day | |
The twilight’s near, silence brings the fantasy here | |
Silhouettes mingle with sky backed with smog | |
Ripples of morning flow by | |
The quietness flavours the glow – breathe it in | |
Merging the bliss that is glazing the warm face of gloom | |
Wake up! Your conscious is calling! | |
Reality begins at nine | |
Wake up! Think what you’re missing | |
Hidden in the world of dawn |
Pastel colours bring the sky to life | |
Cleanse the night with a breath of dawn | |
Silence broken when a baby cries | |
Piercing the mist that cloaks the cool outside | |
The streets are beginning to move gently now | |
Daylight lays on the ground | |
Dew drops trickle down leaves gently now | |
Soaking the pathway of the thousands of the thousands of shoes | |
Windows opening as the postman calls | |
Letters to smell, letters to burn | |
Daily papers through the hole in the door | |
Sex and news fill the wisdom of a million minds | |
Time is a measure of strength quickly now | |
Speed is the cause of decay | |
Traffic is humble to pull on your knees | |
Pushing and pulling the tired little men in their cars | |
Wake up! Your conscious is calling! | |
Reality begins at nine | |
Wake up! Think what you' re missing | |
Hidden in the world of dawn | |
Rest your body with soothing sleep | |
Dream of the hours you left behind | |
Listen carefully for the break of day | |
The twilight' s near, silence brings the fantasy here | |
Silhouettes mingle with sky backed with smog | |
Ripples of morning flow by | |
The quietness flavours the glow breathe it in | |
Merging the bliss that is glazing the warm face of gloom | |
Wake up! Your conscious is calling! | |
Reality begins at nine | |
Wake up! Think what you' re missing | |
Hidden in the world of dawn |
Pastel colours bring the sky to life | |
Cleanse the night with a breath of dawn | |
Silence broken when a baby cries | |
Piercing the mist that cloaks the cool outside | |
The streets are beginning to move gently now | |
Daylight lays on the ground | |
Dew drops trickle down leaves gently now | |
Soaking the pathway of the thousands of the thousands of shoes | |
Windows opening as the postman calls | |
Letters to smell, letters to burn | |
Daily papers through the hole in the door | |
Sex and news fill the wisdom of a million minds | |
Time is a measure of strength quickly now | |
Speed is the cause of decay | |
Traffic is humble to pull on your knees | |
Pushing and pulling the tired little men in their cars | |
Wake up! Your conscious is calling! | |
Reality begins at nine | |
Wake up! Think what you' re missing | |
Hidden in the world of dawn | |
Rest your body with soothing sleep | |
Dream of the hours you left behind | |
Listen carefully for the break of day | |
The twilight' s near, silence brings the fantasy here | |
Silhouettes mingle with sky backed with smog | |
Ripples of morning flow by | |
The quietness flavours the glow breathe it in | |
Merging the bliss that is glazing the warm face of gloom | |
Wake up! Your conscious is calling! | |
Reality begins at nine | |
Wake up! Think what you' re missing | |
Hidden in the world of dawn |