when I'm naked as the truth and I'm lying next to you
i don't want your honor or your honesty
I don't need a crystal ball, in fact i don't need facts at all
when the night falls please uphold my policy
 
don't want to hear you bad news
darling spare me your goodbyes
i hate the sound of your hard truth
so lay me down in your soft lies
take your finest fabrications and spread 'em
corner to corner across my bed and
tomorrow we can rise from it but tonight won't you lie in it with me?
 
i can see your proof of burden staring at me, oh god it's hurting
to feel doubt about the one i love the most
and i know seeing is believing so let's just shut the blinds this evening and feel our way around this room with our eyes closed

lately i’ve been thinking bout your skin
sweet and soft and brown just like cinnamon
daily daydream for night to come and stay
i wanna feel your body take my breath away
 
i’m painting pictures of you in my head dame
i hang those pictures of you in my bed frame
the moon looks so good on you, i’ll never see it the same
the only thing you’d wear better is my last name
 
i love to hear you say your m’s and o’s
i love the way i feel you in my toes
your loving’s like a well, bottomless and deep
always touching even when we sleep
 
i must have done something right
in my last life
to get to lay by your side

​it’s like a swell before a chorus
it’s like a wave before it breaks
yeah i’ve been waiting for you
i’ve been waiting for us
i’ve been waiting so long, i don’t know how much i can take
 
when will you come home
i’ve been waiting patiently
when will you come back home
i got something for you
and that something is me
 
it’s like a trumpet blast in a paul simon tune
like a lighter shade of brown on a Sunday afternoon
i’ve been waiting for you, i hope i can see you soon
this house is so empty, so is my room

you’re being a bee, you’re buzzing around
trying to stick your stinger in the lost and found
but i just keep sticking to swatting you down
cause i hate your sting more than i like your honey
 
you’re seeing the sea down to the ocean floor
blowing through it like an open door
i never saw the sea before
i think it’s dull and not that stunning
 
maybe if it was a bigger deal to me
then i could see what everybody sees
maybe if i ever got that feeling
i’d have better things to do than just
lay here staring at the ceiling
 
i’m playing a part, there’s a role i carry
i’m trying to be the virgin mary
but no one wants to sleep with her it’s too scary
she said “come on joseph, the whole world needs us”
and i wonder about joseph’s mindset
did he ever look to his wife with regret and say
“god damn, mary, my needs aren’t met?
my life would be better if it weren’t for jesus”
 
maybe if it was a bigger deal to me
then i could see what everybody sees
maybe if i ever put down my bible
i’d be better prepared for a bedroom revival
 
lay me down, straighten me out, i want to shout hallelujah