SLEEPING IN MY OWN BED

Rapt, in your sheets

a little longer

I'm waiting for the sun

and I feel the breeze

where you would hold me—

only dreams to keep me warm

But there's something in my lungs

that makes me wonder—

a question even I don't understand

You ask me where I'll be

without him still loving me

at the end of the night

at the end of the night—

You'll find

I'm sleeping in my own bed

sleeping in my own bed

...

And I'd love to be

with you in autumn

like the Colours of your song

But I feel so green—

my soul reminder

how I love to paint my own

Oh I heard you in the dark when I was lonely

a trembling voice that I could understand

Now you ask me where I'll be

when the sun begins to bleed

at the end of the night

at the end of the night—

You'll find

I'm sleeping in my own bed

sleeping in my own bed

...