Midnight,
Lying there, still, quietly breathing
Not by herself but she\'s so alone.
Far away he lies awake,
His body touched but not with hands he wants.
Both apart, they dream together
Of nights in arms of the right embrace.
Morning,
The sun breaks through, they both see their journey
He stands to make the coffee still
The wrong hand takes it, it does not sparkle
The right girl can\'t reach so far.
She lies there still, a sleeping beauty
Missing what she knows he is
Daytime,
A journey taken, a charade played out
The girl, the guy they both know how
But daytime screams and fails to mention
How night comes back with thoughts and dreams.