It would start in the morning
As I wake up
you would hold me
and ask me how I slept.
Your lips would start it...
It would start at breakfast
I come in then you tell me
what will I be doing at work
and where can I be reached.
Your lips would start it...as you whisper
"I'll miss you"
How sweetly would she kiss me
when she leaves, when I return
and it continues during the day
Because in my thoughts guess what?
Your lips would start it...again an again
In the night, when you come home
and hug me
and tell me you've missed me
and ask me about my day.
It goes on during dinner
when we listen to each other
and you always do this thing
Hold my hands,Clearing my head
And we just share our thoughts.
And when we finally go to bed
I am ready to make love.
Before I turn to her she says
"Your lips would start it...No sleep again"
But I'm already asleep,aren't I?
"Soon you wake" she says
And as I do, the memories of her face
Begin to slowly fade...but her eyes an her lips
When I'm awake it's all I can see
And as I draw them over an over
You almost seem real and then..
It happens repeatedly like an echo the words in my head...
"Your lips would start it..."
Even if it's not real...it makes me laugh still
