Booth In the light of Sunday morning I'm dreaming, I'm awake Would goodbye make a difference to you When you're half asleep? Go roll on over and steal my cover It's looking a warmer day My bed's been made. These few sheets held us together A bandage from the cold And through these weeks of bitter weather The chill became your own. The doorway's open, the lock's been broken It's looking a warmer day My bed's been made. Weren't you the one to tell me you love's a language? Weren't you the one to say each tear's a word? I can't hear your heart I can't hear your heart I can't hear your heart I can't hear your ooh ... Can't hear your heart I can't hear. In the light of Sunday morning I'm dreaming, I'm awake.