Morning Air کے بول

The color of the morning air The sound of silent stares Perfect spirals in your hair My pillow smells just like your skin You tilt your head towards mine Open slow Your pretty eyes Then to my surprise you set my lips on fire And I am torn Said I I I am torn And I I I I am torn by your smile as you pull away As you pull away Yeah I have the sweetest dreams right next to you Like nothing exists at all outside this room Yeah The sweetest dreams are next to you 'Cause I don't even have to close my eyes The color of the morning air The sound of silent stares Perfect spirals in your hair My pillow smells just like your skin And I'm thinking that I have the sweetest dreams right next to you Like nothing exists at all outside this room Yeah The sweetest dreams are next to you 'Cause I don't even have to close my eyes