She talks to me, even though it's in secret messages
Coded ways of speaking and if they were deciphered
This could be a ship-wreck, a plane-crash, what a disaster

Bite my lip and pray for a response
Just hoping that she's slowly typing
I'm completely sober but addicted to you

The way our eyes meet you'd think we were in love
Invisible rings on our fingers, a pinky promise
That my whole world is revolving around you

Sitting awake in our rooms so late at night
Just because we can't stop the talking
But all we were ever interest in were each other's words

When she lays her head down on her pillow
Those beautiful eyes start to close and she is dreaming
I just hope, just hope, that she's dreaming of me