I can't help to think when I lay down my head. Every night in the dark, closing my eyes to see my thoughts.
Of being by you, up in Marie's bed.
I thought I could teach you and help you at least.
But I'm not the teacher, your much better; like a preast.  
I knew in that moment when your head squirmed to my arm.
I could love you all night.
******, it's the alarm.
Like my dreams, you are real. Nothing fake, I can feel. I'm so lucky, like i sold my soul and made a deal.
Pick your self up and continue my dear
I can't take only 60, give me 61 years