Verse 1:
Lying in bed, everything is hair
Breathing both together, we're never gonna get married
Parents bring us breakfast, They say your so reckless
I kiss all your freckles, then bite upon your necklace
Rain falls on the window, and smiles as it does
And Jesus is in my kitchen, making pancakes for us
Verse 2:
Lying in bed, whispering our thoughts
Anything we think, neither us thinks wrong
I am made of gunpowder, you scream out you are mine
My bed is tied to hot air balloons, so we're fucking flying
You massage my toothe-ache, my hamper is at war
We are watching two clouds play chess, this is what we're made for