It's dark outside, but you must go to work. And the warmth you made gets left behind to keep her sound asleep.
The alarm goes off, she knows you hate its ring, but her mind is fast to find a way to join it to a dream.
She's in a different city, flying care-free over Sydney, you're wishing for some pity, all those plates you've been spinning, but after all someone's gotta pay the bills.

Always drink it black, why waste the room for cream? You smoke a pack then make a vow to never smoke again.
She wants a man she knows will buy a ring, so go break your back to make the life she's living in her dreams.
It's a house in the country, green fields and sunny, always call her honey, spending all your money, but for you it means another day at work.

Do you do it because you love her? Do you do it out of love?
She is sleeping under your covers, do you do it 'cuz you want a love that dreams?

She wakes up, your day is almost done, stretching out to find that she can't touch the one she loves.
Life was better when she didn't have to sleep, now it only serves as a hideaway for failed attempts to leave.
She's off with the breezes, a hand that wants to squeeze hers, laughing for no reason, and a man that doesn't leave when she asks, 'hon', are you still in love with me?'

Do you do it because you love her? Do you do it out of love?
She is sleeping under your covers, but all she wants is the cover of your love. The cover of your love.