I go to sleep, sleep And imagine that you're there with me When I look up from my pillow I dream you are there with me Though you are far away I know you'll always be near to me I look around me And feel you are ever so close to me Each tear that flows

Tell me you'll love me only And that you'll always let it be me I bless the day I found you I want to stay around you And so I beg you, let it be me Don't take this heaven from one If you must cling to someone Now and forever, let it be me Each time we

Step out, step out of the sun When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound? On the outside, always looking in Will I ever be more than I've always been? 'Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass

We can be so in love You know every second adds up to a minute Need 10,000 hours Let the clock go around Why you always take so long to call me? Know I gotta wake up in the mornin' Don't stop, I'm counting them up Run the clock, I be counting them up

But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit Baby I'm a rich ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with it Guwop! Wiz! Taylor Gang, 1-0-1-7 Ridin' around, blowin' so much dope But I'm always handlin' business Way too high don't pick

Sky's on, fire The stars come Attempted to warn you Pay no mind to what the doubters all say I'mma be around for ever, always You can bet on it You know I, tried to

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

Dead, dead, you'll always be dead to me Dead, dead, dead You'll always be dead to me You belong in the grave never to be heard from again Losing it, get a grip, turn it around No one here cares if you're running your mouth I won't wait around 'til you

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

The sun was red, and the fires were roarin' Stars aligned and the webs were spun I coulda sworn I heard my spirit soarin' Guess I'm always chasin' the sun Hopin' we will soon be one Until it turns around to me, then I try to run… On phosphorous wings the