Testo Kiss Big

On my last week 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 lip 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 the line
Jesus billboards and the night sky
Your 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
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 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
And, and, and, and

Kiss big
Sleep sweet
Think of me