Morning Sheets - Patrick Watson

Underneath the morning sheets

My skin is tangled in between

Sun is peaking through the blanket holes

Don’t you wish you were there?

Just before you open up your eyes

Our legs are wrapped around our sides

My lips are gently walking

Don’t you wish you were there?

Wish you were there?

Don’t you wish you were there?

Don’t you wish you were there?

Don’t you wish you were there?

Don’t you wish you were there?

Don’t you wish you were there?

Wish you were there?

Don’t you wish you were there?