| I hear you calling in the tick of my clock Its you that I open when I pull my shades up In the milk Iam pouring in my cereal bowl In the wet of my marble bath with my glycerin soap Its you, everywhere I put my head everytime I lie in bed,Its you its you I cant forget Its you that I swallow with every sip of my wine Its you like the indigo of the twilight time I hear you breathing in my deepest of dreams warm as the velvet sheets wrapped around... |