We would wake up yawning then kissing, stretching and making sneaky love. I'd make you your coffee and you'd open up my can of soda. We'd wake up by slowly moving our hips and limbs to CCR and pretend we live in the mountains. We can spend the whole day fishing, reading until we feel a pull. I'd like to watch a movie with your heartbeat fitting into the soundtrack. We could miss the revolution passing by, and make our own after a nap. You could move the hair out of my eyes and I could kiss your fingertips passing by.
Even if you listen to a lot of Leonard Cohen, you gotta have hope.
