she, the object of my desire

a cold ember of fire

the last in the world to know

she's sound, asleep on a bed of feather

two arms gently crossed together

as the light comes through the window

while, she'll never know how hard i try

i'll never be far from her side

and we will never be afraid

if i should slip

if i should stumble

worlds collide i watch them crumble

what are the dreams that go on in her mind

god only knows

a whirlwind tonight

god only knows

she stirs, dreams in technicolor

so peacefully she slumbers

the last in the world to know