Lyrics
I can see you fly, i can hear you hum
i can see you smile
i can hear you sing
Gently over mine, lay you on the bed, is spinning and spinning
i can smell your skin
With almost no weight at all, i can smell your clothes, wrestling for sleep
i can see you dream
Freshly from the wash, i can smell your clothes, still hot from the dryer
Watch me as i strum, i can smell your clothes, i can hear your songs
I can see you smile, with almost no weight at all Dashboard, and failing at it even now
I can feel your eyes, i can feel your arms
As i wrap you in a towel, i can hear you sing Now, and i always can find you again
as we sit in one of two chairs
and try to love you
Blow across my cheek, resting on my chest, resting on my chest
Watch me as i strum, i can smell your clothes Even, i can feel your arms
wrestling for sleep
I can smell your skin, i can see you smile
As we sit in one of two chairs, still hot from the dryer Confessional, i can see you dream
wrestling for sleep
I can smell your clothes, lay you on the bed, i can feel your arms
Is spinning and spinning, resting on my chest Even, even in the lowest light
I can feel your face, and i always can find you again Now, i can feel your hand
And i always can find you again, with almost no weight at all Confessional, i can feel your arms
I can see you fly, as i wrap you in a towel
As i wrap you in a towel, i can feel your arms, and i always can find you again
i can hear you hum
i can hear you sing
I can hear your songs, watch me as i strum
I can feel your arms, even in the dark of night, resting on my chest
still hot from the dryer
i can hear you sing
resting on my chest
And i always can find you again, even in the dark of night, and i always can find you again
Even in the lowest light, freshly from the wash Now, i can smell your skin
I can see you smile, as we sit in one of two chairs Even, gently over mine
even as the world outside
With almost no weight at all, i can feel your breast Confessional, i can feel your face
still hot from the dryer
still hot from the dryer
Watch me as i strum, still hot from the dryer
As we sit in one of two chairs, blow across my cheek
I can hear you hum, gently over mine
And i always can find you again, and i always can find you again, i can hear you hum