an old movie on the tube
with the volume all the way down
some old pink floyd on the turntable
a few candles
a bottle of australian wine
just me and you
ocean breeze
and lost in your eyes
loosen that top you got on
and find the spot on your neck to kiss
we make out
and whisper talk for hours
bout what we wanna do
places we'd like to see
i tell you bout paris in the fall
you tell me about nahariya in spring
but we may never get out of this bed
cause we cant keep our clothes on
or our hands off eachother
get the blues when your sleepin and im not
dont want you dreamin without me
want to share it all with you
in the morning lets
go borrow that skiff again
and see how far we can get
promise me we will figure out
what we did with our clothes
promise we can quit making love long enough
to see what day it is
lover come here its today and thats all that matters
sleep pretty baby
the world can wait