Young

I dance alone in my bedroom to Johnny Lang Each creak of the floorboard, wishing it was your humming To each sweet melody As you brush your cheek against my temple It’s nice to have these lonely nights Sometimes, Because When I do see you, I hold you That ever more tighter When you’re sat on the porch Playing your guitar I’ll come up behind you, Dressed in lace And your mothers pearls She gave me on my 23rd birthday I let my brunette hair drape down your chest Kissing the nape of your neck As you sing of different places Smiling to the thought Even if I was to go blind You would still taste the same