I don't have much to say
Except I like the way
You look when you're asleep
Oh yeah, I know it is
Quite a lame thing to say
But I'm lame anyway
No, I'm not lying
Just look at my hands
And the texture of my skin
Sometimes you look so small
A little dreaming animal
I'm no poet at all
It's just a song To remind me I was wrong
Sometimes life's not so long
No, I'm not lying
Just look at my hands
And the texture of my skin
You know
I'm sorry
I know somehow
That you
live me now
I know
somehow That
you will live me now
