Space Between

The sun comes to say morning's here And under sheets you pull me near And we stay still, fall in and out of sleep Then later on, we stumble down the stairs And find black coffee grounds And hover over adjacent newspaper sheets If every morning could be like this I'd wake up smiling through your kiss But you've got work waiting in LA So on the weekends when you're home I try to place us on a throne and prove that we are happy Those few days. But the Space between The space between The space between is killing me Throughout the week I plan with you A Saturday well-spent for two A sunny Sunday staring at the sky And when you land on Friday night I swear there's nothing just quite like The way I search the crowd to meet your eyes But then on Monday when you're gone The bed is cold, the lighting's wrong And I feel I've woken from a dream Although your voice comes through the phone I feel so empty on this throne alone and all I see is all the space The space between The space between The space between The space Is killing me The space is killing me The space is killing me