Eight Hours
Guess what?
Staying up last night talking just wasn't enough.
Eight hours without you is much too much.
Even though it was all spent at your side,
I couldn't know your feelings or tell you mine.
As I listened to the rhythm of your breathing,
I was jealous of this time set aside for sleeping.
Guess what?
I drifted off to sleep and had experiences that were new
in my dreams that you don't know about and I wanna get your view.
Guess what?
I love you and I wanted to let you to know
because the last time I told you was eight hours ago.
So when baby dawn is waking and being born again,
I quietly move over to your side of the bed.
And I wait for you to wake up,
so I sit up
and say; Guess what?
|