The comfortable sound of the clock radio, a familiar feeling of home
And we pull the blankets up over our heads and pretend that we haven't grown
There's something I need to tell you, I should have come clean a long time ago
if you'll just hold on
Nothing compares to the feeling I get by your side
Lay here a while with me
You know me better than I've known myself for a while
Fill me in on everything
If I were a book I would be bound in twine with pages all written and read
Not held on the shelf where other books reside, but buried somewhere in a bench
I am a song for you written by time with my body, my only pen
So just hold on
Nothing compares to the feeling I get by your side
Lay here a while with me
You know me better than I've known myself for a while
Fill me in on everything