Bed (Nicholls Sheila)

midnight air tumbles ocean thro my window and from my bed im searching the stars, quite aware through my stare I asked you in though under sheets, slide your voice your guitars. here I am, lying in bed with him but im thinking of you , here I am lying in bed lying to myself, im thinking of you the planets are baring the secrets of us, in each of my memories resides one more layer of dust cos when I still choose to feel you my eyes cannot breathe so few knew this freedom that in you and in me I receive here I am... so what did you say to yourself when you finally went home? did you just walk through the door and ask will you love me again? love me again, love me again. here I am