| In our socks we slide across the floor | |
| Like we are angels over water | |
| Coming home to see your eyes | |
| And the beards we take from... won't cover up the smiles | |
| The nights we stay up laughing 'til we cry, | |
| I know inside that we can hide | |
| As happy as two clams | |
| And if we fight we'll do it right | |
| With mittens on our hands | |
| 'Cause we are spoons | |
| The forks and knives are lonely | |
| In their drawer | |
| Underneath the covers we are warm | |
| Laying quite, waiting for the cold and frosty morning | |
| And in my room, I can see the sunlight in your hair | |
| And my reflection in your stare | |
| Let me know that's just us against the world | |
| We are spoons. | |
| At a table set for two, I'll make some tea for you | |
| With spoons that's their life | |
| Hearts on fire I know inside | |
| That we can hide as happy as two clams | |
| And if we fight we'll do it right | |
| With mittens on our hands | |
| 'Cause we are spoons | |
| The forks and knives are lonely | |
| In their drawer | |
| Underneath the covers we are warm | |
| Laying quite, waiting for the cold and frosty morning. | |
| And in my room, I can see the sunlight in your hair | |
| And my reflection in your stare | |
| Let me know that's just us against the world | |
| We are spoons. | |
| We are spoons. | |
| We are spoons. | |
| We are spoons. |