Wake up baby I got something to say
Actually lay there and simply just lay
I'll tell you what I need to say in my mindYou are my new day
And then at night I look up to view the moon
And think my day has come to an end too soonBefore you, my eyes were permanently shut
I was colour blind.
Everyday was a permanent gaze of grey
Now I see the colour of your eyes in my every thought
The shape of your smile,
The gentle breeze reminds me of your voice
I pray for a gusty storm for all time
Your words would then be my life partnerI try and imagine a world without your presence
There is none.
Am I meant to say all this to you?
Give away the game?
Will your love for me then remain the same?This is the period of the Honeymoon
Can't give away my love and true thoughts too soon
So sleep baby I have nothing to say
I'll observe you and cherish this moment
Lay baby lay.
Saturday, 26 September 2009
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