• On a cold chilly morning when the fog still hangs over the land,
    I want to wake up next to you when through the night we were holding hands

    Soon the sun will burn it's way through the early morning mists
    And we will have said so many "I love you's" that there are now too many to list

    If I were to ever ask anything at all of you,
    I would ask "Can you be the grass so I can cling to you like the dew?"