Booth
In the light of Sunday morning
I'm dreaming, I'm awake
Would goodbye make a difference to you
When you're half asleep ?
Go roll on over and steal my cover
It's looking a warmer day
My bed's been made.
These few sheets held us together
A bandage from the cold
And through these weeks of bitter weather
The chill became your own.
The doorway's open, the lock's been broken
It's looking a warmer day
My bed's been made.
Weren't you the one to tell me you love's a language ?
Weren't you the one to say each tear's a word ?
I can't hear your heart
I can't hear your heart
I can't hear your heart
I can't hear your ooh ...
Can't hear your heart
I can't hear.
In the light of Sunday morning
I'm dreaming, I'm awake.