Good Night

The world is calm It isn't spinning As long as I can hear your voice. The voice that gives me shivers, And the lips that pronounce words I've never heard being said to me, As long as I listen, I'm okay. I can't read you But I love trying It keeps me busy with thinking about you And the conversations are Absolutely taboo and random But there's nothing I'd rather talk about With you On a late night like that Because, for a while now, 'Good Night' had become The words I hate to say To you.