|
Its so late or is it early? its hard to tell lately. it seems I measure time by the spaces between seeing you. As if you've become my sun that i revolve around "Sing me that song," I said, "The one that made me laugh," I said, the one that made it hard for me to speak Say it again because I still can't make myself believe its all real My sweetest friend, My only need. She makes me feel like a thousand flames And she makes me feel like an icy night fuller and fuller i get by the idea of her By the sound of her by the sight of her replacing need with satisfaction. replacing need with her © 1996, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |