When I got up this morning, you were still asleep. Then the rain tapped on my window, if reminding me. To make out a list of every single gift. That you give me everyday.
I'll be glad to sign my autograph. If you want me to. God knows I love singing. It's what I was born to do. You see me up there center stage. In the spotlight for awhile.
I'll be glad to sign my autograph. If you want me to. God knows I love singin'. It's what I was born to do. You see me up there center state. In the spotlight for a while.
The space between our words. The heat before we touch. The breath that we hold. So that we don't say too much. . The beating of our hearts. The parting of our lips.
Just imagine a world where hearts don't break. And goodbye was a word no one would say. Where people were people, not cogs in machines. And a child had no worries, just cartoons and dreams.