A bed is love, to hold me up and
sail me to sleep.
To sleep, my bed a ship is made,
out unto a sea of stars.
O'er the sheets spread I dream a dream of living
and thank my bed for being there.
I've had many beds, and all of them good
and none of them bad.
And this bed will carry me to sleep
like the rest
and for that you have my thanks
to be there for me
and pass
and hold me
where another will
where others won't.