TOAST AND EGGS WORDS & MUSIC:   Earl P. Reinhalter I. too tired to move but too in love to sleep, I draw the sheets back and lie there in a heap, pretending my hands are her hands touching me again. II. she was shy, unsure of her and me. and I was scared of setting myself free. but these walls of sand fell into the sea of love. III. come the dawn, I wonder, should I rise or keep my memories fast before my eyes? my thoughts are like the sunshine in the skies, making gold this world of greys. ENDING: and I could imagine going on for days uninterrupted by toast and eggs, uninterrupted by toast and eggs. © Copyright 1981 Earl P. Reinhalter.   All Rights Reserved.