Oh, Lover, uncover. I know it’s warm beneath your sheets
And there is ice along the streets but listen—Lover, we will recover.
But we’ve no time to waste with meddling in affairs
We’ve locked so tightly in our dreams.
We are not clean, we are not pure, we can not rest until we’re sure.
So, rob your pretty little eyes of sleep’s disguise.
I’m at your bedside with a bucket full of lies.
So, clear your ears and listen
