written sleep - of god and romance

Oh how I wish I could go back in time
To the night when I heard my mother cry
She held me in her arms
And we talked for sometime
And I sang a song her mother sang to her

It goes, something about paper dolls and what men preferred
Something about the cross and how her Jesus died for her
Something about love and how it's worth fighting for
I wondered does love like that exist anymore?

And I, I have much farther to go
And I, I'm so confused I know
I should just click my heels together and go home
But I'm not sure where that is, anymore

Sometimes I cry when it's late at night
And you're not there to lay next to me
Morning breaks and the sun warms my face
How I wish it were you warming me
rosie thomas.

come throw your rocks at my window
lay me down on my pillow
because i couldn't hide - if i tried
(to god)

i remember you and me used to spend the whole...day in bed.

find rest my soul, in You alone.

up? - coffee is always on. the thin line of language