Blue skies this morning, sun's riding high
Another day drifting idly by
Want you here with me. Wrapped in my arms
I want you here with me. Is that such a crime?
Cold cup of coffee, another cigarette
Killing time: with you on my mind
I want you here with me. Wrapped in my arms
I want you here with me. Is that such a crime?
And our conversations on the telephone
Somehow make me feel more alone
We can talk through the night of all kind of thins
But when I look you're not there
Is that our destiny?
I want you to be right here with me
Here with me, is that such a crime?
Red skies this evening, sun's going down
Time's passed me by; ' cos I've had you on my mind
I want you here with me. Wrapped in my arms
I want you here with me. Is that such a crime?