Last night I whispered my scream
To the girl with the American spirit
Spent half the night
Begging those eyes to gaze at me

Maybe break night with me
Then we fix it it in the morning
You should be in my room at this time
You should see how the sun cuts through the blinds

It's the smell of the morning coffee
The freshly baked macadamia cookies
The smoke of that mint cigarette
And the snuggle of the pillow you sleeping with

Its your voice
It's the words
It's like mathematics
The 1 that can't be ignored
The understood 1