It’s like that in the morning
It’s all the same when I come home
It’s still like this when I am working
And even when I’m asleep I dream of that.
My heart is burning,
My eyes won’t blink so they won’t miss it,
My ears are tense of listening,
My lips are mute - not to interrupt.
It’s you I’m dreaming,
Your voice inside my head,
You my lungs are breathing,
Your name - carved on my heart.
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