I hear you breathe from down the hall
And I feel your footsteps though
They're not very loud
I see your dreams with my slumbering eyes
And I share your fear as the storm descends

And though my hands are full, it's not enough
I'm not content to fall asleep inside love

If I were the praying type, I would pray to your
Crooked smile or the freckles on your arm
Is there a better place to store my faith
Than in your skin?

And though my hands are full, it's not enough
I'm not content to fall asleep inside love

Let's find a place to rest where there is no noise
Except for the wind bowing the beams
A place to sleep where there are no dreams except
For the echoes of far-away things

And though my hands are full, it's not enough
I'm not content to fall asleep inside love