The morning will come In the press of every kiss With your head upon my chest Where I will annoy you With every waking breath 'Til you decide to wake up
HIS BLUE EYES MET MINE AND WE DIDN'T LOOK AWAY. FOR A MOMENT CAUGHT IN THIS AKWARD STARING GLANCE LIKE THING AND THEN HE DID THE MOST AMAZING THING WHEN HE LOOKED AWAY ... HE SMILED.