My Soft and Deep

Wrap you up in a coat of cobwebs
Tactile little heart of tacks
The more you lick, the more I chap
You’ve a head like a postcard rack
So try this trick and spin it
Spin again, my Surfer Rosa
All the while the world is whirling
The morning tilts closer
Your eyelids keep secrets
Your eyelids keep secrets
My soft and deep
While you sleep
No, no, secrets
Blowing bubbles with nicotine gum
Kiss me below the seatbelt light
On the roof with a toothpick flag
Take your broken wings and learn to sigh
In the half-life of balloons
We will measure how our hair’s grown
We lie curled like question marks
Drifting off on pheromones
Your eyelids keep secrets
Your eyelids keep secrets
My soft and deep
I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck
Ever I’ll watch you sleep
Beneath a blanket of dust I’ll tuck you in
My soft and deep
No, no, secrets
So try this trick and spin it
Spin again, my Surfer Rosa
All the while the world is whirling
The morning tilts yet closer
My soft and deep
My soft and deep
My soft and deep
I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck (my soft)
Ever I’ll watch you sleep
Beneath a blanket of dust I’ll tuck you in
My soft and deep
No, no, secrets
Deep