كلمات Greying Morning

So these things will grow Faster when we’re cold It’s slow love Every mercy’s new When we’re worn and used It’s slow love Like beggars in the greying morning These needful hands are reaching for you We’re beggars bought by suffered gold We want what little love we hold So these plans will fall through When the years build on you But there’ll be slow love Cause we are broke and older Numbed and stumbling over your love We want what little love is slow