(The Foreign Exchange have a unique groove to their music that just makes one feel good.  Day 345…)

So every night I pray that when she goes to sleep, and she dreams of a love, maybe she’ll dream of me…

I think I’ve done enough
Sat on her brain long enough
To leave my imprint
Somewhere below her conscience

I’m not telling her to love me
I’m hoping that her dreams offer me as a candidate
To take residence in her heart
She already has her belongings on the doorstep of mine

Day or night
Her energy resonates whenever love invades my thoughts
The most gentle burglar ever
Entering without breaking anything
I want to return the favor
I hope she left the door open for me