There are mumbled thoughts floating through my mind,
And I can't seem to silence them enough to sleep.
There's no incentive, the sheets are cold
And there's something frightening about the lack of heat.
This beating heart of mines is breaking its own record,
And I can't even count its speed when you are on my mind,
But even though the night is restless, darling...
There's one clear thought, and it says you are mine.
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