when i wake up in the morningnni hear the most beautiful soundnnshe breathes, she breathesnnwhen i'm looking at my angelnnsurrounded in roses in my bednni hear the loudest voice in my headnnsaying nothing of this will come truennbefore your deadnnnni know this is just a dream, and i will staynnto be here with my lady everydaynni have to wake up, but i won't i'd rather diennnnher beautiful eyes are opennni can feel her heart beatnnshe dreams, sweet dreamsnnwhen i touch her lips on minennand taste her salty skinnni'm reminded that this all must endnnand i have to wait all day to see her