In sleep,
Your hand clasps my wrist
As you slip deeper
I expect you to relax, release --
Instead you hold tighter;
Even in sleep , you hold fast.
I listen to the sound of your breath
And lay my head on your shoulder
In sleep,
Your hand clasps my wrist
As you slip deeper
I expect you to relax, release --
Instead you hold tighter;
Even in sleep , you hold fast.
I listen to the sound of your breath
And lay my head on your shoulder