I want to be the bed you miss

Oh, to be that distant thought | I love the way you take a walk And the all the things that you see with your eyes Oh, to be that distant thought Some growing meaning in your mind

bed time | # bed time

I want to be made out of love | I want to be made into life

things I like and things I want | the Stanley and the stuff in the basket are the things I want and the rest are the things I like

ready for bed | bed time

I tried a hundred times | but each time I thought of you

Bed time | ‘This is you when your going bed…!

The thing I miss the most | In every breath there's life Between my teeth a knife Pronounced us man and wife Forevermore 'Cause once you've found your thrill You move in for the kill I'd chase you up the hill And all through time And now my memory Seems to be failing me What once was fantasy Is all I've ever known The thing I miss the most Lives in some demon host I know you're not a ghost Just down the street

getting ready for bed | bed time