Written & Read-Water/Bodies

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 awhile 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 awhile with me You know me better than I've known myself for a while Fill me in on everything