The sun seeps through the curtains,
They move and slither under the wind
My foot will peek out from the blanket,
The ray will touch my toes.
I will turn to face you,
And my heart will grow.
The sun seeps through the curtains,
They move and slither under the wind
My foot will peek out from the blanket,
The ray will touch my toes.
I will turn to face you,
And my heart will grow.
