What could I say,
that would convey,
our silent moments shared?
I could ponder all night,
with nothing to write,
that could ever compare.
Whatever you do,
it’s just me and you;
and that, to me, is fair.
As fair as a song,
from midnight till dawn,
interrupted sometimes by the day.
When I go to sleep,
I remember the sweet,
nothings you had to say.
When the song plays too long,
we’ll clap along,
smile and then hit replay.