10 A.M.
10 A.M.
I wake up at 10 a.m. with the radio on
I can see that you are not here
So quietly you tip toe on the floor
A silence of closing that door
I wondered when you will be here again
Why do you leave you never say why
I wait and wait then soon you slip back
Into my life
Then everything seems so nice
Then that next morning your gone again
You bring me dreams roses and a loving heart
But as soon as it’s 10 it ends
And everything seems to fall apart
Everything became silently
Everything happen so quietly
I don’t know were to go or what to do
All I do is think of you
Until the day you slip back in
The foot steps never here of
As you go silently again
Whats gone You my love
Sense 10 a.m. Sense 10a.m.
Could you just stop closing that door
So quietly putting your toes on the floor
And just stay here by my side of me
Wake up with the radio on and let
Everything be with just me
What is gone
You my love
Sense 10 a.m. Sense 10 a.m.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
BY; SHAWN JONES
Copyright © Shawn Jones | Year Posted 2010
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