In this king bed.
Chest to chest, nose to nose, palm to palm, we were always just that close. Wrist to wrist, toe to toe, lips that felt just like the inside of a rose. So how come when I reach out my finger it feels like more than distance between us? In this king bed we're ten thousand miles apart. I've been wishing on these stars for your heart for me, my king.
Eye to eye, cheek to cheek, side by side, you were sleeping next to me, next to me. Arm in arm, dusk to dawn with the curtains drawn and a little last night on these sheets. So how come when I reach out my fingers it seems like more than distance between us, in this king bed?
Just when I felt like giving up on us you turned around and gave me one last touch, that made everything feel better. And even then my eyes got wetter. So confused, when I asked you if you love me, but I don't wanna seem so weak. Maybe I've been dreaming.
