There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

[Isn't that the way it always goes? At the mention of a song, the mind blanks and Dick has to sit there quiet for a few moments before he can even begin to scroll through the songbank in his mind. There have been so many over the years that have made him think of her, but right now, this moment, he wants the ones that pertain to them and how things are going here.

He bites his lip, and nuzzles her a little more. ] Putting a man on the spot makes it hard, but how about...
[Dick pulls out his phone and starts to scroll through things, pulling up a few titles.]

Okay, here's a small list that you can listen to:

one
two
three
four

There are about a hundred more that I could find. I know that I could send you all the love songs and it wouldn't be enough. I love you, Dawn and I won't ever stop. I'm so lucky to have you back in my arms.