In your heart of chambers
Where you sit
With your picture books

And your ancient wit
In that nook I found you
So old and tired

Would you be the one to carry me?
I'd like to be someone
You could finally learn to love again


Made our iron bed side
Cold as graves

So we stoke the organs
That may comfort grace
And they conjured spirits

To make you smile
Would you be my long time baby?


I'd like to be someone
You could finally learn to
We've put our words down

By our sides
Let's take the time
To mend these smiles

Together we could make it home
Love is a prize
Live our own lives


In our beds we're the lucky ones
Filled with the sun

In our beds we're the lucky ones
Fill us with the sun