When I wake in the morning,
I lay you to sleep in my dreams.
I write songs that starts with "you",
It's sad the way the pen ends up all alone,
when they rhyme no more with you.

If I could erase my memories clean,
thoughts of you will be all that I have left to be seen.
I ride the bicycle across the town in the rain,
on the sandy beaches, naked feet floating along the sand;
I lay all day painting pictures of you in the grain.