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