Very ill and all alone.
I usually can't sleep and can't stay in bed.
So I casually sit and rest for a sec.
I wait watching the screen,
For the arrival of the time where you'll be home.
The idea of talking to you fills my heart,
For the arrival of the time where you'll be home.
The idea of talking to you fills my heart,
I get off my feet
And float around the room.
Like Wendy to Peter Pan,
And float around the room.
Like Wendy to Peter Pan,
you are my happy thought.

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