Jon Brion
Sheets
Sinking into one
She blossoms between my fingertips
We become
Unraveling, undone

She has let me breathe
I came from the sea, saying
"What can I offer?"
She told me, "Just forgive yourself"

Her skin lets me sleep

So awake have I been for years
That I forgot to rest
Now I lie gently
Dead on her breast

In her energy is everything
She rolls in her sleep
Comes back into mе (Oh)
Dream in softest sheets
Dream in softеst sheets (Oh)
Lover, sweet