Her morning elegance - Oren Lavie

Sun been down for days, a pretty flower in a vase, a slipper by the fireplace, a cello lying in its case

Soon she's down the stairs, her morning elegance she wears, the sound of water makes her dream, awoken by a cloud of steam, she pours a daydream in a cup, a spoon of sugar sweetens up

And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat, and she fights for her life on the train, she looks at the rain as it pours

And she fights for her life, as she goes in a store, with a thought she has caught by a thread, she pays for the bread and she goes... Nobody knows

Sun been down for days, a winter melody she plays, the thunder makes her contemplate, she hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove, perhaps a stranger she could love

And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat, and she fights for her life on the train, she looks at the rain as it pours

And she fights for her life as she goes in a store with a thought she has caught by a thread, she pays for the bread and she goes... Nobody knows

And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat, and she fights for her life on the train, she looks at the rain as it pours

And she fights for her life as she goes in a store where the people are pleasently strange and counting the change and she goes...
Nobody knows