It's a new kind of thing
And it comes with the morning
Some new kind of foes
It's a new kind of bows

It's a new way to go
Something cold, something low
Some new kind of zoo
Into an old kind of doom

It's the light of the morning still
That thing that keeps you from breathing
You better run to where there's night
To hide from where there's light
You better breathe while there's still time

It's a new kind of thing
And it comes with the morning
Some new kind of foes
It's a new kind of bows

It's the light of the morning still
That thing that keeps you from breathing
You better run to where there's night
To hide from where there's light
You better breathe while there's still time