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