Maybe we aint talked of nothing
For three whole days
And I know my words don't come easily
In all our different shades
So put down that old paint brush, honey
Them pencils of mine we'll ignore
Keep talking sweetly to me as I close the door
And talk of everything, honey
And maybe, nothing at all...
It doesn't matter what you're dreaming
When you lay here next to me
I'll hold you softly sleeping
And keep you comfortably
And when you wake there'll be a new day
And when you wake the sun will shine
Maybe we'll have something new to say
Maybe you'll still be mine
While we're dreaming softly tonight...
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
Maybe we aint talked of nothing
For three whole days
And I know my words don't come easily
In all our different shades
So put down that old paint brush, honey
Them pencils of mine we'll ignore
Keep talking sweetly to me as I close the door
And talk of everything, honey
And maybe, nothing at all...
It doesn't matter what you're dreaming
When you lay here next to me
I'll hold you softly sleeping
And keep you comfortably
And when you wake there'll be a new day
And when you wake the sun will shine
Maybe we'll have something new to say
Maybe you'll still be mine
While we're dreaming softly tonight...
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