You lay on my mind softly
But when I see you, my breath gets short
You take the sickness out of my body
So my skin is yours to contort
Eyes are windows to the soul
So don't look through mine like that
Lit by the moon
That look, you can't take back
And in the morning
Will you love me enough to kiss me before
Before the coffee gets cold
Before the coffee gets cold
Love me enough to kiss me
Before the coffee gets cold
My midnight muse
My morning blues