Pillow Talk

All the come on come on
Buzzy buzzy buzzy
Stretch it out in the dark
Meant to say something
About the dinner table
We bought for our home yesterday

We spill our pancake batter
Our house takes off in flight
In rapture when we land
Our doorway floods with honey
Put everything on risers
The bees are working too hard

I grab a sponge and rub it against your back
You were smuggling a painting by some cold genius
Who died in a field of snow before I met you
Remember

We've gone everywhere in our conversation
And now it is time for peace and quiet
I plant this garden to remind me of you and your needs
And my needs

I grow a beard
And crawl up our chimney
To check the flowers
I wonder if they could be
A field of snow
A blanket over my eyes

You say it's time for sleep
I woke up eating dinner
To you saying this
I touch the canvas
With the backside of my spoon
And tell you that I love you



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Scott
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