Lulls Of Night.

It's not too tiring, my love,
To wait for a man like you.
Only weeks and a few miles separate us now;

And I'm starting to feel it all.
I remember how we stood on railings,
Arms outstretched as we were sailing.

I remember how my heart raced
At just the sight of you and your grace.
It's not too tiring, my love,

To wait for a god like you.
Only weeks and a few miles separate us now;
An I'm starting to feel it all.

I remember how we were the birds here,
And my skin would burn when you were near.
I remember how horrible I'd kiss,

So nervous, I'd actually miss.
No, it's not tiring at all, my love.
I'm very happy with my memories.