Edie Brickell
Now

Your mouth is red-I'm picturing it in my head
I'm picturing you smile at me
I want you to be with me NOW

Your hair is brown-I'm picturing it hanging down
I'm picturing it falling round those big brown eyes
I wanna be with you NOW

You're much more than this-a spiritual bliss
No matter who I'm with I miss you
You magnetism breathes through the moonlit trees
It's in the quiet breeze that's circling me NOW

Your face is bright-I'm picturing it every night
I'm picturing you when I sleep
I can keep you with me that way
and your heart is mine-I think about you all the time
I can hear you say to me that you wanna be with me
NOW

You're much more than this-a spiritual bliss
No matter who I'm with I miss you
Your magnetism breathes through the moonlit trees
It's in the quiet breeze thats circlin' me
NOW


Mirror lyrics:

NOW
It's in the quiet breeze thats circlin' me
Your magnetism breathes through the moonlit trees
No matter who I'm with I miss you
You're much more than this-a spiritual bliss

NOW
I can hear you say to me that you wanna be with me
and your heart is mine-I think about you all the time
I can keep you with me that way
I'm picturing you when I sleep
Your face is bright-I'm picturing it every night

It's in the quiet breeze that's circling me NOW
You magnetism breathes through the moonlit trees
No matter who I'm with I miss you
You're much more than this-a spiritual bliss

I wanna be with you NOW
I'm picturing it falling round those big brown eyes
Your hair is brown-I'm picturing it hanging down

I want you to be with me NOW
I'm picturing you smile at me
Your mouth is red-I'm picturing it in my head


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