All I know is her voice
All I've seen is a picture
I've read her words
Again and again
And my heart has been stolen
And it flys over the sea
Hoping
For a cup of coffee
At a table for two
For a warm hand
  to hold
During a long walk
thirty-two minutes
  past last call
To hear a soft whisper
  that quickens the heart
To get lost in the
  comfort of her arms
To lay awake through the
  night in a warm bed
Exchange a shy kiss
And listen to her voice
  until the morning sun
   crashes in
And we would laugh as the
  morning bird sings
And then sleep
And long
And dream
Of living in tomorrow
And escaping today