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 
breathe 
at our sides 
let's take the time 
to mend these smiles 
to get them 
could make it home 
love is surprises 
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