Jonathan Dufour

I could survive, the rest of my days,

Just thinking of you

Have my food deprived, found dehydrated,

My mind is awake, my body is mute

But now it's too late, I'm gone still thinking of you

If memory serves in forgetting the worst

And thinking the best when you're dealing with a curse

Your essence now fuels on those memories

Of you and them together as you dreamed

Tangled in thier arms, basking in thier warmth,

Tasting their lips and loving back and forth

Keeping them safe, nestled in your arms

Then falling asleep until the sound of the alarm

And once you awake, you don't wan't to move

Until the dawning sound of the twelve bells of noon

And once you think of it, you scoot in closer

To that gorgeous angel

You call your lover

I could survive, the rest of my days,

Just thinking of you

Have my food deprived, found dehydrated,

My mind is awake, my body is mute

But now it's too late, I'm gone still thinking of...