Three on the Sheet
Verse 1 The ceiling fan cuts through the air above the bed
City lights leak through the blinds in stripes of red. Three dents in the pillows
glasses by the side
Clothes are in a pile where we let them slide. Her hand is on his backbone
mine is on her hip, Touching without taking
steady in the grip. Moving like the water
giving up the space
Finding out the rhythm in a crowded place.
Verse 2 We talk until our throats are dry
before the start, Mapping out the limits
taking it apart. Who is feeling heavy
who is feeling small, Where the jealousy bit down
standing in the hall. Touch is not a token just to make the quiet stay
It’s how we learn the language
finding out the way. Checking on the breathing
looking in the eyes, Stopping if it wavers
cutting through the lies.
Pre-Chorus This isn’t like the movies
with the lighting set just right, No easy
plastic action in the middle of the night. It looks like sudden laughter when a muscle starts to pull
It looks like fetching water when the heart is getting full.
Chorus Three shapes on the linen
three pulses in the climb, Sharing all the body heat
losing track of time. No one hidden in the back
no one pushed aside
Nowhere in this narrow room for anyone to hide. Every sound a signal
every breath a sign, Asking if you’re with me
asking if you’re fine. We build this in the moment
fumbling the start, More than just a pattern
it is beating in the heart.
Verse 3 Later on the room smells like safety and the sweat
Open up the window for the breeze that we can get. He rolls onto the mattress
lets a heavy breath out long
Letting go of shame he carried
knowing it was wrong. She curls across the middle
sticking to the skin, Tired and unguarded
letting peace begin. Talking about nothing
jokes about the fan
Bodies cooling down as best as bodies can.
Bridge Even if the future changes where we go
Drifting into currents that we do not know. This moment is a riot against the clean and fake
Proof that love can widen with every risk we take. Sleeping in a tangle
limbs across the sheet, Grateful for the closeness
grateful for the heat.
Outro The light moves on the plaster
shapes begin to fade
Three of us together in the bed we made. Outside they keep guessing
getting it all wrong, Inside we are sleeping
exactly where we belong.