Lying in bed looking at the ceiling,
Deep down inside I have this feeling,
That won't go away until I tell you the truth,
How I think we belong and I want to have your leuth,
Your time, your love, your warmth, you,
It's sad because you don't have a clue,
That I love you, I said it, I love you, It's true,
How I want to walk down the aisle and say 'I do',
And be with you for the rest of my life,
And you'd have me to call your wife,
So I'll wait and see what we become,
I'll look at this ceiling feeling deeply numb.
