It's warm enough for a heartbeat under my sheets,
So I tuck what I can keep under the sheets of a made bed,
Pillows pressed up against the bedposts
Like the tall ghosts of towering steel at the break of dawn.
There are clean pressed suits over dirty city streets,
There are a hundred thousand threads that bed between you and me
And catch the morning dew that freezes.
Every step on the concrete cracked like a chisel on diamond
And the look in your eyes was most precious, turned me to stone.
So I stood as still as a stoplight and put all of my time in
To watch sunlight collide into a newly made home.