in the bed - Dodie

Big, round eyes

Like a child, with a magic to match

Show a shoulder, naked skin on the side

Like a crack in a door on a latch

Hot little hints

Toe a line between sexy and sick

What’s the deal?

How much to feel?

Will you think of me differently?

Drawing the blinds, thinking of you

Poor lonely mind, it’s getting confused

Will you ever lie next to me

In the bed that I dream of us in?

Rewire a dread, this whirring machine

If you can’t, cool it down

Steam is still steam

Will you ever know of this image of you

That can soothe me to sleep?

What in the world

Do we have at a quarter to four?

Such a still, but so real

Disconnected, but beautifully raw

So ask me again

In a suit and a tie, with a drink

Then find out right in half light

And you’ll think of me differently

Drawing the blinds, thinking of you

Poor lonely mind, it’s getting confused

Will you ever lie next to me

In the bed that I dream of us in?

Rewire a dread, this whirring machine

If you can’t, cool it down

Steam is still steam

Will you ever know of this image of you

That can soothe me to sleep?