8

I leave the TV on
and when I wake up
it's almost morning.
She's only wearing the sheet
and through the window
some lights come in and it seems even sweeter,
and the rays land on her back.
I would never leave the bed.
And the clouds on the floor
and the color of this room.
If I move, she might wake up
she'll let me be with her,
I could be her slave.
Now I don't need anything else.

I would do anything,
give something more.
Then she wakes up,
looks at me and I know nothing will happen.
Suddenly I know nothing will happen.

And she smiles at me, and everything shines again,
and she comes closer, and nothing can go wrong.
And if she stays, I will always take care of her
and sunbeams will come in the morning,
landing on her back.
And the clouds on the floor,
and the color of this room,
and the things I have to tell her.
She'll let me be with her
she'll let me be by her side
because that's enough for me.