waiting for the morning for the sun to warm my skin.
It's cold, the shutters and the shades,
all completely drawn closed still the chilliness pervades.
It's cool, to be awake tonight,
just me and my six string and a solitary light,
From a cigarette, burning, so bright next to my bed,
A chance to calm my nerves and clear the cobwebs from my head.
So soft the pillows and these sheets,
but nothing can compare to the fabric of your dreams,
When you fall asleep, I'll be there where you are,
sliding into slumber to the beating of your heart.
baby mine, baby mine, baby mine,
only your touch reminds me that everything is fine.
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