Between Sheets
Imogen Heap
You and me, between the sheets
It just doesn't get better than this
The many windswept yellow stickies of my mind
Or the molten emotional front line
I couldn't care less, I'm transfixed in this absolute bliss
Sweet sleepless tumbling night
Hmm and the morning on your skin, a loved up light
Tracing patterns in the maze of your back
Softly, softly the goosebumps, like that
And then a kiss...
Hmmm, maybe another...
And another one.. hmmmmmmm