well i see the morning comin/over jade and ivory across an eastern sea runnin'/and i see the stars breaking the dark/like fragile china against a warming hearth/and i know something of how it will be/and i'll take it all in with my sight/and i'll see it cast back/in the reflection of your eyes/and i'll tell old stories of all the wrecked light/the memory just like a crack/in the walk on a saturday night/and the breath come to dusty bones/and i’ll tell of how a world on loan/was made into a footstool to a throne/chorus/and all the pain and the bruises/we were bringing/will be the old yellowed songs we're not singing/tattered pages on the floor/of a chapel we ain't needin' anymore/and that is how it will be/i can see it in the distance/i can see it in the morning glow/i can see the edge of the shadow/falter against the growing gold/and it's comin quicker/(there's a dove o're the waters and a love watching over)

Hannah Hubin & Cardiff State