Heavenly - Grant-Lee Phillips

Could I use to describe

The heavenly ivory touch of your hand

As it covers my eyes

Hushing me off to sleep

Putting my mind at ease

Lovingly lovingly every caress

That you ever gave

All of you knowing me like no one else

At the end of the day

Brushing my fears away

Knowing just what to say

Heavenly heavenly no other love

Was meant to be mine

The perfectly heavenly stars up above

Were duly aligned

I had to wait for you

Now that my search is through

Heavenly heavenly