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The Hour Before Dawn

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© Music and Lyrics by Annika Jayne
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Darkness greets me in the morning
It holds on firm
Where am I going?
When will the light return?

I can’t see the horizon
Still swallowed in deep blue
It’s out there hiding
Sleeping beyond my view

No lines
No shapes
No boundaries
No signs
No shades
No sceneries
To guide me

Driving on icy roads
Through the winter’s soul
Naked trees appear like ghosts
Threatening, like evil trolls

I’m still looking for a faint glow
Where nothingness goes on and on
Is it a black hole
Or just the hour before dawn

No lines
No shapes
No boundaries
No signs
No shades
No sceneries
To guide me

Nothingness goes on and on
Is it a black hole
Or just the hour before dawn
The hour before dawn

This song was inspired by my daily commute to work in early January 2008. I used to go to work every morning at around 8am and I remember being surprised that it was still pitch black, even though the light was supposed to return from the 21st of December. I did some research and discovered that for the first few weeks after the winter solstice, light only returns in the afternoon. In the mornings, however, the sun rises even later for a while! To be honest, those commutes were pretty scary - I was basically driving in the dark with only my headlights to guide me. But then I remembered one of my favourite books, The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, in which the author reminds us that it is darkest before the dawn. So if this whole song is a metaphor, you could say that we certainly feel darkness around us sometimes, but it's good to remember that the dawn is approaching

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