Remember when you slept in my bed   but nothing happened?   we got high out of our minds   and fell asleep laughing   in the morning we didn't talk   about our feelings   as we picked up the empty bottles   with empty heads reeling      and when the sun's out I'm alright   but when the lights go out at night   I dream of Jeanine      I wanted you to feel secure   so young and heartbroken   I wanted to, but not so sure   'cause the words weren't spoken   in the morning we didn't talk   about our feelings   as we picked up the empty bottles   with empty heads reeling      laying awake half the night   choking on your sweet perfume   torturing myself with a touch   the heat of your breath on the back of my neck   the heat of your breath on the back of my neck      ©2002 Eric Barao