Music: Ailbhe Reddy
On my last weekend in New York, you tipped my glass and said
"Here's to knowing you like I was dead"
I like your eyes when they hide behind the lens
You bite your lips when you are concentrating
You own this world, but you're gentle with it
You own the room I just come to visit
Kiss big, sleep sweet, think of me
Kiss big, sleep sweet, think of me
Your voice dips in and out of line
Jesus billboards and the night sky
You're in a car to go and meet your friends
They say you miss me, and the call ends
You own this world, but you're gentle with it
We're hours apart, but we share the minutes
Kiss big, sleep sweet, think of me
Kiss big, sleep sweet, think of me
And pause the alarm and walk in the cold
And wish we'd met forever ago
And want you, but let you sleep
And wait for you to move to me
And hear you, but not know what you say
And wish I understood you anyway
And talk and fight and work things out
Until they're alright
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Kiss big, sleep sweet, think of me