I opened my eyes
To a big world
So vivid
And clear
I stretched my arms and sat up
To look in the mirror
Only to see
What I thought was a dream
It was you
Could it really be?
It was
It is
Your hair all tangled and knotted
Arms stretched out
Lying on your side
Just like I left you the night before
A night we spent together
Smoking hookah
Watching silly movies
Cuddling on the couch
Oh, what I would give
To watch you fall asleep again
To watch those gorgeous eyes flutter shut
Oh, what a beautiful sight
As I sat there
Staring into a memory
I see your eyes start to open
You stretch your arms
You whisper 'Hey' in a soft morning tone
'Good morning'
'Morning'
Lord, what a gorgeous thing to wake up to
It was a beautiful weekend
Oh, it sure was
A beautiful weekend
I won't soon forget
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