This wind can only be our breath.
And the salty rain it falls from your chest
and makes its way so slowly into me now.
I guess we'll see now, what our love can be now.
Her clothes fell like waterfalls to the floor
and off your breast and through your knees.
Your dress almost drowned your loving feet
and then you rode a wave onto the sheet.
And I pray that wave will bring you onto me now.
I guess we'll see now, what our love will be now.
So hold me close and if you die, baby, I'll sing you a curbside lullaby.
Stand up now and latch the door and we'll roll down to the carpet floor for more, more, and more.
Remember when I asked you why we're lovers?
You said, 'We're hotter than any breath caught under covers.
We're closer than the blood that runs through brothers.'
And now she makes me nervous when I speak now.
I guess we'll see now, what our love could be now.
She is the wind, my lips are like shutters just flapping.
Do you remember when you woke up by the window,
just as naked as the day you were born?
The sun covered you in honest covers
and you slowly turned your head just to speak.
You said, 'In my life there will never be another boy.
But if my flesh were another soul, would you still make love to her?'
So hold me close and if you die, baby, I'll sing you a curbside lullaby.
Stand up now and latch the door and we'll roll down to the carpet floor for more, more, and more.
More and more is more.
More, more, is more.
More and more is more.
And the salty rain it falls from your chest
and makes its way so slowly into me now.
I guess we'll see now, what our love can be now.
Her clothes fell like waterfalls to the floor
and off your breast and through your knees.
Your dress almost drowned your loving feet
and then you rode a wave onto the sheet.
And I pray that wave will bring you onto me now.
I guess we'll see now, what our love will be now.
So hold me close and if you die, baby, I'll sing you a curbside lullaby.
Stand up now and latch the door and we'll roll down to the carpet floor for more, more, and more.
Remember when I asked you why we're lovers?
You said, 'We're hotter than any breath caught under covers.
We're closer than the blood that runs through brothers.'
And now she makes me nervous when I speak now.
I guess we'll see now, what our love could be now.
She is the wind, my lips are like shutters just flapping.
Do you remember when you woke up by the window,
just as naked as the day you were born?
The sun covered you in honest covers
and you slowly turned your head just to speak.
You said, 'In my life there will never be another boy.
But if my flesh were another soul, would you still make love to her?'
So hold me close and if you die, baby, I'll sing you a curbside lullaby.
Stand up now and latch the door and we'll roll down to the carpet floor for more, more, and more.
More and more is more.
More, more, is more.
More and more is more.