I went to bed,
still thinking of you.
With you in my head,
still believing it's not true.
Why is this all happening?
Why is it you allways on my mind?
Why am I thinking of you all day?
why is the answer so hard to find?
I woke up,
still thinking of you.
With you in my head,
still believing it's not true.
Is it God who brings you here?
Is it God who brings us near?
Is it God we'll have to fear?
Or is it just you with a listering ear?
The ear to listen and the mouth to speak,
to hear my sad times,
and help me when I'm weak.
To talk about you,
and the help you really seak.
To tell your deepest secrets,
in the confidence I didn't leak.