The morning light is crawling up my back
Waves of anticipation well up
The lights are on
I can't bring myself to go in

Your fingers make maps through my hair
Tall grass brushes my chin
Losing faith in things before me
Still, I'll forge on

Cold hands and colder feet
I'll tell you to listen, to dream on
Our heartbeats get all jumbled,
Yours and mine.

We'll make due with running on empty
A speed race of fingers and toes
I'll speak the truth, it's all I can say
You're way too good to me.