The color of the morning air 
The sound of silent stares 
Perfect spirals in your hair 
My pillow smells just like your skin 
You tilt your head towards mine 
Open slow 
Your pretty eyes 
Then to my surprise you set my lips on fire 
And I am torn 
Said I I I am torn 
And I I I 
I am torn by your smile as you pull away 
As you pull away 
Yeah I have the sweetest dreams right next to you 
Like nothing exists at all outside this room 
Yeah The sweetest dreams are next to you '
Cause I don't even have to close my eyes 
The color of the morning air 
The sound of silent stares 
Perfect spirals in your hair 
My pillow smells just like your skin 
And I'm thinking that 
I have the sweetest dreams right next to you 
Like nothing exists at all outside this room 
Yeah The sweetest dreams are next to you '
Cause I don't even have to close my eyes