And I’m overjoyed, and I’m over loved, and feeling lucky,
Like a little boy who’s just, who’s hiding under covers,
And looking to discover any way to play the part inside his darkened cave,
The meaning of life - it starts at the nightlight,
Close your eyes and hope you see mine.
And I’ve, well I’ve seen a thousand things in one place,
But I stopped my counting when I saw your face,
Erasing memory, well I feel as though I’ve never seen a face before,
Until I saw your eyes, and they’re smiling back at me through my tears,
I’ve been counting all these years, oh,
Now suddenly the thousand things I’ve seen were,
Nothing more than dreams of,
Of you and me.
~Mr. A-Z
