Morning Air

The color of the morning air

The sound of silent stares

Perfect spirals in your hair

My pillow smells just like your skin

You tilt your head towards mine

Open slow

Your pretty eyes

Then to my surprise you set my lips on fire

And I am torn

Said I

I

I am torn

And I

I

I

I am torn by your smile as you pull away

As you pull away

Yeah

I have the sweetest dreams right next to you

Like nothing exists at all outside this room

Yeah

The sweetest dreams are next to you

'Cause I don't even have to close my eyes

The color of the morning air

The sound of silent stares

Perfect spirals in your hair

My pillow smells just like your skin

And I'm thinking that I have the sweetest dreams right next to you

Like nothing exists at all outside this room

Yeah

The sweetest dreams are next to you

'Cause I don't even have to close my eyes