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In the morning we’ll wake to the sound of the neighbors |
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And we’ll curse and we’ll blame and we’ll call them funny names |
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You will cover your eyes from the morning light with your shirt |
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And think of the grasshopper warming in the dirt |
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And as we will lay, be reminded of the day |
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By the noises of footsteps and the slamming of doors |
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And the drilling and sawing of the workers from under our bed |
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We’ll ignore and make love to the roar of their… |
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In the nighttime we’ll study the sounds of our voices |
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And learn of the scents to which we have been drawn |
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I’ll not open my eyes cause I’ve not slept for days |
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Or is it I’m blind by the beauty in your face? |
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We’ll trust to our fingers to feel in the darkness |
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To trace and define all the shapes we desire |
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We will seek and discover just how close we can get to each other |
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And I’ll wait for your new eyes to meet mine again |
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Our sheets will be made of some fine hand-woven cotton |
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Ironed and spread across a King sized bed frame |
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Their colours will reflect the seasons that have passed us by |
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Though no weariness stained will reflect in our eyes |
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Though if we should tire of our lives in the bedroom |
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And make from the kitchen through the hall to the door |
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And if we should choose to explore together or alone |
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I’ll remember the days when the bed was our home |
