New

What is this sun that conquers mountains Singing over what has been asleep? What is it that softens all my doubting? It's you Morning brings a hunger for new eyes That have been covered by the hurt of yesterday Who could create in me the vision of a little child? It's you You take an ordinary day And turn it into flowers like the month of May Yes you do You see all my pain You cry over it for hours till I'm new again Yes you do When I have been a victim of familiarity When my heart has fallen into sleep Healing is the voice that awakens me And it is you You take an ordinary day And turn it into flowers like the month of May Yes you do You see all my pain You cry over it for hours till I'm new again Yes you do You, you make me new...