The Speed of Sound in Seawater - The Coldest Room in the House Lyrics

It's 27 degrees
you wanna free up those sheets?
our extremities
frost bitten quite deep
ly

I can't make my bed with you in it
I sorely wish that I could lie another minute
We can't have that, for fear you might leave my pocket
and once it starts there's not a lot that can stop it

I fail to find the thermostat
and I can't ask you where it's at
because to rouse you from your sleep
would disrupt a thing of beauty

Don't be shy
pull the faceplate on the enclosure aside
you'll be a hero to this house
if you can banish the cold without

You should hear the things that I have read
the ease with which men end up in your bed
You work within such lax prerequisites
for fear of finding your bed desolate

I could care less what you do
it just reflects poorly upon you
You could care less what I say
but I swear you'll wake up alone someday

I am not alright