Since we've begun speaking
I've developed some unnatural tendencies
Like reaching my arm to the south when I'm going to sleep
Just to know that you're three feet closer to me

You ignite something deep inside
I hear you sing through the telephone and I close my eyes
I don't know what it will be like
The anticipation is killing me

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Your touch came with the first warmth of spring
A short time to confirm so many possibilities
And I sleep with your scent wrapped around me now