Wake again with me.

I wrote this on the train while I was coming home.

Exhausted, I thought of you.

I have a feeling you've met someone else.

That's okay though.

I'll always love you.

At first you came and went with me.

But I've seen the early morning breeze.

Hung on the scent of this evening.

When will you wake again with me?

I wish you thought again of me.

I know that somethings cannot be.

I've seen the earth, oh Rossi.

When will you wake again with me?

Lets leave our voices in the houses

Slumber until the morning grabs us in.

Echos in the hall way surrounding

When will you wake again with me?