Little curly head, sleepy head, curled in your bed With your head slipping off of your pillow Changing face, what you will, grown-up-face Peeps out of childhood′s slow-closing window
I could watch you sleep for hours, for hours If my tired old eyes would let me
When I was your size, when the fires of surprise Burned a mile high so everyone saw them I was given a message in a bottle of gold That said love is the answer to boredom
I could watch you sleep for hours, for hours If my tired old eyes would let me
For years I've been basting my fears In the juices of blame and recrimination All the hours that I lost simply counting the cost Of relentlessly smashing, rebuilding
But I could watch you sleep for hours, for hours If my tired old eyes would let me
So I′m down at the bottom, past glories forgotten The posters have crumpled and faded Here's another blank page I can harness my rage to And no one will know that I made it
But I could watch you sleep for hours, for hours If my tired old eyes would let me
You are at the beginning, the days flow before you You're the head and the source of the river As you slip and you run, my sweet beautiful one Take this bottle of gold to deliver
I could watch you sleep for hours, for hours If my tired old eyes would let meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
