(George Richey/Billy Sherrill)
I can hear the rain, it’s falling softly,
As I watch him lying next to me.
I can feel his heart, its beating softly:
He just loved me, so tenderly,
But it should be……
You and me.
When he touches me, I feel your fingers.
And each time we kiss, I see your face.
When he locks the door behind us,
Then he thinks the world can’t find us,
But he can’t see, no, he can’t see,
That it should be……
You and me.
So I’ll just close my eyes and dream about you,
‘Cos everytime I dream you’re always there.
Then you’ll lock the door behind us,
And in my dreams the world can’t find us.
And it will be, so real to me.
It’s finally……
You and me.