I like the thought of you giving me a piece of your day. I was dreaming of you, and all those things you say. Sunday mornings with the sunlight on your face. I like the thought of us being in our favorite place.
Remember, when we slept in time was losing all its things? And you woke me, said, "good morning." I like how your voice just rings. And I love you like you love me, and it makes me feel okay. And we dreamed on, reading dream songs, and that was my favorite day.