[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