No pay do I earn for sitting in noontime slumber
My mind drifting off to those days spent with you
Work has no meaning when my thoughts are elsewhere
If you here now it would be too good to be true
Like a young boy held hostage by his first love
I’m entranced by your essence as though held in jail
You’ve shackled my feelings and imprisoned me
Though I’m in no hurry to escape and seek bail
The heat that burns so deep down inside
Now fueled by the ambers of hot passion let free
Excitement gained from memories is hard to contain
Yet between working or dreaming there’s no work for me
Despite being given the slip now so pink
I’ll now have more time to spend thinking of you
Surely I’m not alone as I dream away my life
My only wish is of my feelings you felt this way too
