I haven't been sleeping much these days because I keep saying your name in my sleep. I like the way it drools out, slow and thick. I think I'm doing it to myself because when I look at you through these sleep deprived eyes - it's like you're an angel, with this halo of light burning all around you that I can't figure out why you always say your so cold.
Bold - and beautiful, your eyes talk to me more in the two syllables it takes you to say baby than the birds do to me in the spring. Ring - it's the phone, and it's you, an it's us, and it's let's, and it's a party; it's a restaurant, or it's you and I with some tap water on your kitchen floor.
And it's heaven, pure heaven, take-you-breath-away heaven, and I've been prayin'. I've been prayin' this doesn't end anytime soon when the moon burns so bright and your hair - it's so light.
And I haven't been sleeping much because I keep saying your name in my sleep.