Wouldn't it just be nice?
Wouldn't life just be perfect?
If I could take my own advice
If I could just scratch the surface of what I'd like to say to you
Would you look at my face?
When you're talking to me
I can feel it I can't see it 'cause the view is burning my eyes
(And its dawning on me)
In the morning you might see that the view is such a surprise
(And you're all that I see)
In the morning you might feel that the view has opened your eyes
(And its dawning on me)
In the morning you might realise
And you're all that I see
Would you look at my face?
When you're talking to me
I can feel it I can't see it 'cause the view is burning my eyes
(And its dawning on me)
In the morning you might see that the view is such a surprise
(And you're all that I see)
In the morning you might feel that the view has opened your eyes
(And its dawning on me)
In the morning you might realise
And you're all that I see