I Count the Seconds I'm Without You

I sit up at night with you on my mind...

Minutes, hours, I lose track of time.

Your beautiful face, your flawless skin

I pray to be with you before my 'amen'

Your smile can light a bright spark in this heart,

Piercing this wall, quick and sharp like a dart

Ears to hear me, words to soothe me

Clearly it's real, not just out of a movie

What do you think of me? What should I say?

To hear what you think of me, any price I would pay.

I will wait every night, I will wait for the day.

That I can make you mine and take you away

Seconds, hours, are basically the same

When I sit up at night, with you on my brain

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