straight to my sentimental heart.
In the doorway I drift, listening to you sing to yourself.
Lost in the harmony to the song on the radio.
While I pretend its all for me.
The defined arch of your back makes me want to weep
in wishing for all things far away from us,
But oh, so near to touch.
Wouldn't we be a beautiful sight, if all visions came true and I
could sign my name across your heart?
