You sleep on and on
When you wake my head is resting on your shoulder
I'm breathing you in
I'm breathing you in
Don't get up, I'm in heaven
Close your eyes it's only half past seven
The day's as small as the window
And I'm an inside-outted pillow
Breathing in my, my sleepy girl
Breathing in my, my sleepy girl
What's that, over there?
It's nothing at all
We lie awake and listen to the birds in my aviary
I'm breathing you in
I'm breathing you in
Don't get up, I'm in heaven
Close your eyes it's only... eleven
The day's as small as the window
And I'm an inside-outted pillow
I'm breathing you in
Breathing in my, my sleepy girl
Breathing You In by The Whitlams, from their album Torch The Moon. I just recently saw them live and I was brushing up on their back catalogue... listened to this song with new ears. A sweet example of a nicer moment in a narcoleptic's life... a lazy, sleepy morning.