Michael Bubl — The Very Thought of You

The very thought of you, and I forget to do The little ordinary things, that everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream, I am a happy as a king And foolish though it may seem, to me that's everything The mere idea of you, the longing here for you You'll never know, how slow, the moments go 'til I'm near to you I see your face, in every flower Your eyes in stars above It's the thought of you, the very thought of you My love I see your face, in every flower Your eyes, in stars above It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you My love