You're not in my computer,
But you are on my screen,
So if I type that I love you
You know what I mean.
You're not in my house,
But you are in my room,
So if I type that I hold you,
It's to brighten my gloom.
You're not in my garden,
But you are in my flowers,
So if I type that I watch you,
It's for hours and hours.
You're not in my radio,
But you are in my song,
So if I type that I need you,
It's because we belong.
You're not in my body,
But you are in my whole,
So if I type that I want you,
You are holding my soul.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
You're not in my computer,
But you are on my screen,
So if I type that I love you
You know what I mean.
You're not in my house,
But you are in my room,
So if I type that I hold you,
It's to brighten my gloom.
You're not in my garden,
But you are in my flowers,
So if I type that I watch you,
It's for hours and hours.
You're not in my radio,
But you are in my song,
So if I type that I need you,
It's because we belong.
You're not in my body,
But you are in my whole,
So if I type that I want you,
You are holding my soul.
