In My Sleep

Staying Home with my TV, if you were only here with me, the mornings come and pass by, I see your face remembering why

Do you still feel the same, do you still feel the same?

Sometimes you'd speak to me so slowly, that I can just hear only, all that I want to hear, youve made it all seem so clear

If I should just come over would we remain the same? Will it be as forever or are we just insane? Is this just insane?

The day you smiled at me so slowly, I knew that I just might be, in trouble more than ever