Through my window

Sometimes you crawl in through my window
and you climb into my bed
and you whisper that you love me
with a kiss upon my head

And you shudder from the cold you brought
and shake it to the side
then you hold me, gaining warmth
and you take me like your bride

And we kiss until our lips numb
from the passion and the cold
and you hold me like we're children
and you hold me till we're old

And I love you through the evening
and the middle of the night
And I love you in the morning
when dawn brings early light

But at the open of the curtains
and the open of my eyes
you dissappear like moonlight
and then I realize

You were never truly with me
Never close and by my side
And I truly only dream things
I will never be your bride