Falling Asleep

Watching TV with the volume turned down Your asleep on my shoulder wearing your night gown Your fingers are interlaced with mine On the table there's an empty bottle of wine Outside the rain pelts the glass You subconsciously squeeze my hand as we wait for it to pass A thunderstorm in the middle of spring You're not used to this kind of thing You start to shake and i bring you close into my chest I hold you tight, hoping you would get some rest. You wake up and i get the ice cream and we talk about what we dream We talk about what we love and what we fear We talk about the things we hold dear we talk about life and love and the things up above We talk until we fall asleep to the hum of rain and we hold each other and keep sane.