something of a yawning had to take all of the dawn in.
woke up just to have the light reflected from your eye.
"if this isn't nice, what is?" she whispered softly to me.
i wrote off shaking limbs as just the cold against my skin.
couldn't understand the sweat collectin' in my hand.
"if this isn't nice, what is?" she whispered softly to me.
you take your time.
you fill your space;
with amazing grace!
and you're too quick for pictures;
i won't blink 'cause i might miss you.
you've got a halo floating 'round your head while mine's exploding.
"if this isn't nice, what is?" she whispered softly to me.
you take your time.
you fill your space;
with amazing grace!
you take your time.
you fill your space;
with amazing grace!