Under the covers
The spill canvas
I'm bottling up your soft, dream-like scent
in my head for the ride home
I've been searching with bruised limbs
For ways to get me going
For ways to get me going
in my head for the ride home
I've been searching with bruised limbs
For ways to get me going
For ways to get me going
To give me confidence to stare
and observe the world
To give me confidence to stare
If I could sleep forever
would you still be in my dreams
If I could sleep forever
would you still be in my dreams
If I could sleep forever
would you still be in my dreams
If I could sleep forever
would you still be in my dreams
Under the covers
Under the covers
Under the covers
Under the covers
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