Wave After Wave.

It has been raining since Monday,

And I am lying down on my bed,

Alone,

And daydreaming.

I'm translating you into a musical form.

Yes, because you're my own personal music library.

It's like you're singing from a distance.

Whispering something, about someone.

Dear God,

Let me breathe him for a long time.

He's easy to love,

Because he's loveable.

Maybe he'll never know,

Because I never showed.

And maybe I'll never know,

Because he never showed.

I want to feel my heart against yours now.

I want to sing you a lullaby,

I want to cook something for your breakfast,

I want a miracle.

Now, come here.

Put your ear on my chest,

Listen, and tell me,

That we are through.