I had to taste to see it close. But you're already there, right next to me. How could you ever find a better place to be? You're breathing slowly. I let you hold me. I left you so many times while you were next to me, your brown hair on the bed. I wanted you to see, this is a song for a silent, sleeping girl. She wants nothing, but to wake and find you there. The words you whisper, they fade in morning. And when you look at her and her sleeping face, her foot resting in yours, and then you know your place. This is a song for a silent, sleeping girl. She wants nothing, but to wake and find you there.
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