We clutch during pillow talk and you hold me some more
as we slow dance to Foreigner on your living room floor.
You laugh into my chest as I try to sing along,
look at the clock and two days have become one.
We didn’t even notice that we missed the sunrise
as we were too busy debating the colour of your eyes.
We keep joking on and stop to kiss for an hour
and step out to smoke in the six a.m. showers.
We lie there in the wonderful world of veneer
discussing our lives before fate brought us here.
I say that I promise I won’t f**k things up for us
as we talk on the pillows of many life cuts
and I make that promise for me as much as you
because this means more than all I’ve been through.
More to me than the secrets we both know,
more than anything darling, as we talk on the pillows.