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 am torn And I, I am torn by your smile as you pull away As you pull away
I have the sweetest dreams right next to you Like nothing exists at all outside this room 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 eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
