Just look at you, lying there.
You should see the way the morning
dances in your hair.
I'm tempted so to wake you just to see
you smile and hold you gently to me
for a little while.
Like an old guitar growing sweet with age,
like that book you can't put down until you've
turned the page.
It's knowing that you're always there to fill
my glass.
You and me together, girl, we've made the
first time last.
This thing of ours, this love we share, the
comfort knowing when I turn I'll find you there,
by my side, for the long, long ride.
This thing of ours.
When it's done and the credits roll, let it be
said together that we stole the show.
We'll save the last I Love You for the curtain
call.
Let it be said there is a happy ending after all.
This thing of ours, this love we share, the
comfort knowing when I turn I'll find you there,
by my side for the long, long ride.
This thing of ours.
This thing of ours.