We talk it out through the night
Our minds roam free but the passion doesn't change
We laugh out loud at our ideals
And flesh them out all the same
Time sidles by and burns out the dawn
Morning's grace stoking the fire in our eyes
I mumble sweet nothingness as you doze on my bed
Ignoring my impassioned pleas for a reply
Shadows dapple your amorous repose
Playing languid shades on your skin
I play the fool, you smile and play dead
An angel sweetly sinking into the arms of sleep
I wonder how I captured such a precious rose
As I sit at my desk scribbling down our sins
My art is empty without your life to fill-
I just write the words for you to sing
