Texty: Her Space Holiday. Sleepy Tigers.

Oh, I like you so very much
So much, in fact I gotta wake you up
It's not that I have words to speak
I just wanna see you looking at me
In a way, that states

In an hour when the sun comes up
We're gonna put on our shoes, we're gonna shake the dust
Open the door with your brand new key
We won't be afraid of being sweet to ourselves
Or anybody, anybody else

Oh, I miss you so very much
So much, in fact I gotta call you up
It's not that I have news to bring
Just wanna make your telephone ring
So it shows and you know

In a week when I fly back home
We're gonna jump in bed and be all alone
You'll make biscuits and I'll make tea
Curl up close and then fall asleep to the sound
Of no one else, no else around

And if I've learned anything at all
In this short life of mine
If you hear that joy has come to town
Track it down, take a picture and tape it to your eyes

Oh, I love you so very much
So much, in fact I'm gonna switch it up
Gonna take this room that I built for fun
And burn down the walls in front of everyone
So they see, you and me

Dancing in our sleepy clothes
With two big smiles and a bowl of hope
We'll drink down like ginger tea
The heat will help us forget everything
That you and I, that you and I have seen

And if I've learned anything at all
In this short life of mine
If you hear that joy has come to town
Track it down, take a picture and tape it to your eyes