Light strikes the corner with a peculiar sort of shape The world outside is warming Birds through the window with their warbling mess of cries Here in early morning You're lost in dreams I've got to go Rain rolling slowly as my breath fogs up the glass Wishing to stay longer I watch you for a moment with your hair a crazy mess Here in perfect slumber You're lost in dreams I've got to go When I'm tired and my knees are aching bad You'll be there to kiss 'em I'll tell you 'bout my day and you'll let me ramble on and on You act like it's your mission You're lost in dreams I've got to go You're lost in dreams I've got to go