Sat there never yawning Had to take all of the dawn in Woke up just to have the light Reflected from your eyes "If this isn't nice, what is?" She whispered softly to me Wrote off shaking limbs As just the cold against my skin Couldn't understand the sweat Collecting in my hands "If this isn't nice, what is?" She whispered softly to me You take your time You fill your space With amazing grace You move too quick for pictures I won't blink 'cause I might miss you You've got a halo floating round your head While mine's exploding "If this isn't nice, what is?" She whispered softly to me You take your time You fill your space With amazing grace