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Precious and sleeping with one foot exposed In a white bedroom, one foot and five toes Where your wandering mind is now, heaven knows. Don't wake and come find me The morning is slow and it's barely ten I am content to be lonely Out here with your paper and pen All of springtime's birds are singing The cars are driving by God knows you need your sleep and I need my time You lift your cup in the morning You lifted it once for me It seems to fit everything That sweet, white, wet tree Summer's thickest air He's the comb in her hair He's the ribbon in her dress He's found all the beauty and it's Locked up in his pen He is precious and sleeping with one foot exposed In a white bedroom, one foot and five toes Where his wandering mind is now, heaven knows. Aus Songtexte Mania