All night, all morning.

I spent all last night, thinking about nothing but you.
I spent all morning thinking of something to say.
I spent all afternoon wishing you were here.
Now its night again and I'm still at a loss for words.

Everything that comes to mind are little things I say nothing of.
White knuckles and soft skin, quiet breaths and simple smiles.
Soft lips and soft touch, that silky taste on the edge of your lips.
Wild eyes and pleasing shape, oh I wish you were here tonight.

If I could I'd write a thousand songs and sing them to the world.
I'd sing my love out to the stars and anyone who's listening.
I'd sing the world to sleep for you.
Just sing and sing and sing about you.

I'd call you every night, if I only had the chance.