Breakfast, London Style

Martina Balogová

When you´re lying here right next to me,
I can feel that our spirit´s free.
When you close the windows to your soul,
And I know that you´re dreamin´ of me.
When the moon highlights your shadow,
Oh I love the way your skin glows.
I can feel your love surroundin´ me,
just how it should be.

And I´m so deeply the way we grow as one,
I know we´ll never let it go.
And you´re completely. You fill me till I overflow,
reaping what we sow. You´re mine, oh my.

R.: My breakfast in bed Sunday morning,
away with the night, new day dawning,
My husband, daughter, son know why,
a beatiful song in the key of life.
A sweet memory, a childhood dream,
a hot cup of coffee with extra cream.
Winter, summer, spring or fall,
I guess, my love, you´ve got it all.

So whatever it is that you´re doin´ to me,
just keep it comin´, and you´ll see
that I´ll dedicate my life to you,
reciprocate the things you do.
And one day, when we´re old and grey
and ready to walk through heaven´s gate
We´ll make our amongst the stars,
just how it should be.

And we´ll fly freely.
No questions asked and no demands,
the world is in our hands.
Just you and me.
To a place that´s still untouche by man,
wher it all began.

R.: My breakfast in bed Sunday morning,
away with the night, new day dawning,
My husband, daughter, son know why,
a beatiful song in the key of life.
A sweet memory, a childhood dream,
a hot cup of coffee with extra cream.
Winter, summer, spring or fall,
I guess, my love, you´ve got it all .....