Walts
You and you and you; And you and you again; Theres really nothing more to be said; I sit on the edge of this morning; And wait for you; Can you picture it; I sit on the edge of this morning and I wait; Picture it; I sit on the edge of one bed or another; Makes no difference to me; Edges of beds seem to play; A very big role in my life; You and your big blue eyes; Have gone to sleep; Without saying good night; No lullabies; No evening gowns; No midnight drinks; This is not the end; But its certainly not a beginning; And sometimes I wish that you talk; More often than you do; You can even try whispering ; Something familiar into my ear; Maybe a tune; Its more like a siren; Or maybe just; This-is-not-the-end; I want you to tell me; Lets eat the moon with two coffee spoons; But you never do; I want you to ask me to love you; As long as I love; And I always do; Instead you just say; Oh; Why wont you let me go; Im so tired; This is not the endƔ; I wonder; Do you wait for the same; When you look at me look at you; Do you wait for the same; Are you longing to see your reflection; In someone elses eyes; And did your heart stop; Beating; For; Me; 