if the mattress was a table top
and the bed sheet was a page
we'd be written out
like a couple of question marks
my convex
to your concave
we'd be lying here
to be under the sunsets

are you ready now
are you gonna glow in the dark
are you gonna show me how

do you like to watch when water misbehaves
do you like waves
as the wind shifts and shifts again
the sails smile
and then he slaps around the mast

the mattress was a table top
the bed sheet was a page
we'd be lying here
my convex
to your concave

you come to me
with cake in your pocket
you come to me
nicely
like that soft kinda cake that's mostly icing
you come to me ready and
we'll bring the angel food
bring the angel food
angel food
angel food