Lyrics
Big round eyes
like a child
with a magic to match
Show a shoulder
naked skin on the side
Like a crack in a door on a latch
Hot little hints
toe a line between sexy and sick
what's the deal
how much to feel
Will you think of me
Differently
Drawing the blinds
Thinking of you
Poor lonely mind
It's getting confused
Will you ever lie
Next to me
In the bed
That I dream of us in
Rewire a dread
this whirring machine
If you can't, cool it down
steam is still steam
Will you ever know
of this image
Of you
That can soothe me to sleep
What in the world
do we have at a quarter to four
Such a still
But so real
Disconnected but beautifully raw
So ask me again
in a suit and a tie with a drink
Then find out right
in half light
and you'll think of me
differently
Drawing the blinds
thinking of you
Poor lonely mind
it's getting confused
Will you ever lie
Next to me
In the bed
That I dream of us in
Rewire a dread
this whirring machine
If you can't, cool it down
steam is still steam
Will you ever know
of this image
Of you
That can soothe me to sleep
WRITERS
Dorothy Miranda Clark
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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