The Morning After
I wake up
Listening to you sleep
I reach for you and you are real
I hear a little moan and understand
I am not dreaming
The Morning After
I reach for your shoulder and feel your muscle
I hear you whisper
Good-Morning
I am not dreaming since I trace your back and you smile.
I am Alive like I have never been before.
The Morning After
I hear you giggle and know that your smile
is just for me
The Morning After
I know one more thing
I am falling in love with you.
The Morning After.