As dawn catches the room
Its slender fingers upon my eyes
The fragrance of your heart
My heart does memorize

I feel your steps beside me
Your hand within my own
Though you sleep a thousand miles
My heart has never roamed

There are voices not too distant
That mumble, fret and taunt
It is futile, it is fatal
The miles will ever haunt

But, darling, if ever there were souls
That could live on air alone
I could live on the breath you breathe
If it was entwined within my own