| Song | The Morning |
| Artist | Holly Throsby |
| Album | On Night |
| Night's gone and morning's come | |
| We're rolling over, waking up | |
| And I swing, swing these days along | |
| Counting moments, missing home | |
| We follow love | |
| We think it makes us strong | |
| All these years, love | |
| How could we be wrong? | |
| Then like you, this bird it flew | |
| It misses like | |
| I'm missing you | |
| And we drink, drink, we throw them down | |
| We're better off, we're better now | |
| We follow love | |
| We think it makes us strong | |
| All these years, love |