Mine

Mine

Published by Tim Schlesener

Timothymichaelmusic.com  02/14/2021

 

v1

Sunlight through the window blinds supplies a sweet alarm

Your body pressing next to me provides a sense of warmth

I push your hair out of your eyes. You’re startled back to life

A sleepy smile upon your face. You press your lips to mine

The bed’s a mess, we’re barely dressed, my all-time favorite start

Precious moments spent together held deep within my heart

We stagger to the coffee pot to clear away the wine

My favorite days they all begin with mornings that you’re mine.

 

Chorus

It doesn’t happen every day in the busy-ness of life

The clock dissects days into hours and cuts them like a knife.

Before we know it we start to blow it and together gets replaced

Instead of spending time together all we’ve created here is space

Let’s take our time when we’re side by side. There’s no need to rush

Me and you flow right on cue with sweet and simple touch.

When I think of you, I know it’s true. I say it all the time

The sweetest memories I carry are the days that you are mine

 

V2.

But when the day is finished and we come back as one

Put away the mess, remove the stress and start to have some fun.

In the quiet of the evening we greet with sweet embrace

For all we do; what we go through just to get some face to face

You snuggle on the couch with me and share a glass of wine

The world just seems to melt away when we see eye to eye

As the moonlight shines through the window blinds it starts to tranquilize

My favorite days will always end with evenings that you’re mine

 

Chorus

It doesn’t happen every day in the busy-ness of life

The clock dissects days into hours and cuts them like a knife.

Before we know it we start to blow it and together gets replaced

Instead of collaborating on our time together all we’ve created here is space

Take our time when we’re side by side. There’s no need to rush

Me and you flow right on cue with a sweet and simple touch.

When I think of you, I know it’s true. I say it all the time.

The sweetest memories I carry are the days that you are mine

 

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