The comfortable sound of the clock radio
A familiar feeling of home
And we pull the blankets up over our heads
And pretend that we haven't grown
There's something I need to tell you
I should have come clean a long time ago
If you'll just hold on
Nothing compares to the feeling I get by your side
Lay here awhile with me
You know me better than I've known myself for a while
Fill me in on everything
If I were a book I would be bound in twine
With pages all written and read
Not held on the shelf where other books reside
But buried somewhere in a bench
With my body
My only pen
So just hold on
Nothing compares to the feeling I get by your side
Lay here awhile with me
You know me better than I've known myself for a while
Fill me in on everything
