As my head falls softly to my bed,
your voice echos again through my being.
I'm aware that it's just in my head,
But still I reach out - sensing, not seeing.

It's just a trick for a fool to believe,
As I allow myself to be haunted by charms.
I love it best when myself I deceive,
For a fleeting moment I'm still in your arms.

To sleep is to dream, I begin to smile...
for all my night will be spent next to you.
With your memory here at my side all the while
until tomorrow to live this anew.