Car parked out in the driveway
I'm here to pay a visit
Now I know that you're alone
I see you in the window
Talking with someone on the phone
You're still in your night clothes
Following you to the bedroom
Next in your morning schedule
You begin to brush your hair
I love every movement
No one sees you like I do now
Nobody ever will
Hands tied onto the bedpost
Tears falling down from the blindfold
Running my hands through your hair
Hush now – you won't feel a thing