What am I waiting to find?
I think I've been looking for it all of my life.
late at night, you are driving me home,
watching out from foggy windows.
I do believe that I could be yours.
You are the morning light
that gets stuck in my eyelashes
wakes my sleeping mind.
Who do you see before you fall asleep?
I'm always thinking of you.
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