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Before the morning, let us bathe upon the yellow
I love to sleep with the ringing of the cello
In my ears, nothing but your warm breath
I always sleep on the left
And I still get a chill, still get a spill
Filling up my belly when I think of you
I still get a river, still get a quiver
And it burns down my spine
When I think that you're mine
And always hunting for the light, my little firefly
Don't you see that it's you, aglow?
In the morning when work is in the air
I love to play with your hair
And I still get a chill, still get a spill
Filling up my belly when I think of you
I still get a river, still get a quiver
And it burns down my spine
When I think that you're mine
Oh, yes, you are
Before the morning, let us bathe upon the yellow
I love to sleep with the ringing of the cello
In my ears, nothing but your warm breath
I always sleep on the left
And I still get a chill, still get a spill
Filling up my belly when I think of you
You see, I still get a river and I still get a quiver
And it burns down my spine
When I think that you're mine
I still get a chill, still get a spill
Filling up my belly when I think of you
It's a river that calls to deliver
And it burns down my spine
You're mine
Oh, you're mine
Oh, you're mine
Oh, you're mine
Written by: D.R.
