I Think Of You

I think of you
I think of me
I think of a morning that'll never be
Waking up with your arm across my chest
Smiling about a dream I decide to confess
You outshining the sun, your hair all messed
I pull you back down into a gentle caress
I think of you
I think of me
I think of a morning that'll never be

I think of you
I think of me
I think of an afternoon we will never see
A thunderstorm we try hand-in-hand to outrun
Raindrops come down gracefully on your face
We find us a doorway, the race is all done
I pull you close and tell you this is the place
I think of you
I think of me
I think of an afternoon we will never see

I think of you
I think of me
I think of a night we will be leaving empty
You put on a gown and I don the tails
We head for the beach and lie in the sand
I'll hold you close until the moonlight fails
Your arm's across my chest as the sun slowly stands
I think of you
I think of me
I think of a night we will be leaving empty

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