Morning Comes To Heather's Bed

Laying here on your bed
Drunk on your wine,
All sorts of thoughts in my mind.

I feel so good, I love it,
Every bit of it, I want more,
I won't lie.

I'll miss it when I leave,
Now I don't want to go -
But we know I have to.

Why have it end so soon?
It feels so good, I
Want it to last.

I'm drunk, maybe, I'm
Not so sure, I feel
So fine.

I'm watching the morning
Creeping in through your window.
Time to go - it's inevitable.