Beach House....In your heart of chambers, Where you sit, With your picture books....

And your ancient wit, In that nook I found you, So old and tired, Would you be the one to carry me? I'd like to be someone, You could finally learn to love again, Made our iron bed side, Cold as graves, So we stoke the organs, That may comfort grace And they conjured spirits, To make you smile, Would you be my long time baby? I'd like to be someone, You could finally learn to, Breathe, At our sides, Let's take the time, To mend these smiles, To get them, Could make it home, Love is surprises, Live our own lives, In our beds we're the lucky ones, Filled with the sun, In our beds we're the lucky ones, Fill us with the sun....