In the morning we’ll wake to the sound of the neighbors And we’ll curse and we’ll blame and we’ll call them funny names You will cover your eyes from the morning light with your shirt And think of the grasshopper warming in the dirt And as we will lay, be reminded of the day By the noises of footsteps and the slamming of doors And the drilling and sawing of the workers from under our bed We’ll ignore and make love to the roar of their… In the nighttime we’ll study the sounds of our voices And learn of the scents to which we have been drawn I’ll not open my eyes cause I’ve not slept for days Or is it I’m blind by the beauty in your face? We’ll trust to our fingers to feel in the darkness To trace and define all the shapes we desire We will seek and discover just how close we can get to each other And I’ll wait for your new eyes to meet mine again Our sheets will be made of some fine hand-woven cotton Ironed and spread across a King sized bed frame Their colours will reflect the seasons that have passed us by Though no weariness stained will reflect in our eyes Though if we should tire of our lives in the bedroom And make from the kitchen through the hall to the door And if we should choose to explore together or alone I’ll remember the days when the bed was our home
[00:00.57]In the morning we’ll wake to the sound of the neighbors [00:07.74]And we’ll curse and we’ll blame and we’ll call them funny names [00:16.85]You will cover your eyes from the morning light with your shirt [00:26.36]And think of the grasshopper warming in the dirt [00:35.23]And as we will lay, be reminded of the day [00:41.61]By the noises of footsteps and the slamming of doors [00:51.95]And the drilling and sawing of the workers from under our bed [01:00.47]We’ll ignore and make love to the roar of their… [01:35.10]In the nighttime we’ll study the sounds of our voices [01:43.07]And learn of the scents to which we have been drawn [01:52.33]I’ll not open my eyes cause I’ve not slept for days [02:00.89]Or is it I’m blind by the beauty in your face? [02:09.51]We’ll trust to our fingers to feel in the darkness [02:17.86]To trace and define all the shapes we desire [02:26.17]We will seek and discover just how close we can get to each other [02:35.01]And I’ll wait for your new eyes to meet mine again [03:08.20]Our sheets will be made of some fine hand-woven cotton [03:17.22]Ironed and spread across a King sized bed frame [03:25.39]Their colours will reflect the seasons that have passed us by [03:33.96]Though no weariness stained will reflect in our eyes [03:42.52]Though if we should tire of our lives in the bedroom [03:52.26]And make from the kitchen through the hall to the door [04:00.67]And if we should choose to explore together or alone [04:09.40]I’ll remember the days when the bed was our home
