She kisses me in the morning, my eyes being closed
Her breath is so glorious, with hands soft and gentle
Form perfect, couldn't be anything but sweet dreams
Sweetest dreams, her heart's beauty allowed me to fly
A finer softness than silk, her kindness is Christlike
And in the morning, my mind was starting over again
Ever since the crash, everything was new, except her
When you have everything, you don't know what it is
When you have nothing, you know exactly what it is
And for me, every day that she's here, I'm in Heaven
