Meet Me in the Morning

Everything But the Girl

Meet me in the morning 
I'll have the motor running 
Down icy lanes, under a glass blue sky 
This is living 
This is living 
I haven't come to be a stranger 
I haven't come to break your home 
I haven't come to harm your children 
I've come to be your love 
Don't let the grass grow under your feet 
The sands of times keep running 
For now at last I'm down on the street 
With the engine running 
Meet me in the evening 
I'll have the log fire burning 
Down frosty lanes, under a darkening sky 
This is living 
This is living 
I haven't come to be a stranger 
I haven't come to break your home 
I haven't come to harm your children 
I've come to be your love