It's almost three a.m. and I should be asleep but instead I lie awake in = My room and my head still hurts from the night before last my only = Solace is thinking of you let me dream, give me peace let me fall fast = Asleep cus I swear there will be time for you tomorrow so I'm doing what = I can to write you a song but I am burned out and it's late at night and = I'm trying real hard to tear the words from my insides but sometimes my = Pen just won't write keep me warm while I sleep safe and sound = Underneath the sheets 'cause I swear there will be time for you tomorrow = Yeah, yeah, yeah the hood of your car and the Florida skyline you told = Me your secrets with your head pressed to mine we lay close together = Like ivy entwined you are all of my songs and the sun as it shines so = Much beauty and style what a beautiful smile like the perfect picasso = Both color and grace I call my machine to hear your voice one more time = And my stomach gets weak as your voice comes through the line the air is = Quiet, calm, and still just as it always and forever will and my radio = Plays the same old song and it makes me forget that you are gone