My Love Come Stepping Up The Stairs

My love comes stepping up the stairs

Loose blue ribbons in her long red hair

Gold fare is flying in the dust filled air

She slips into my naptime

We were starting to look as strangers look

Attractive, yes, but not quite hooked

To spare in habit overcooked

To the sun smiled on our naptime

The center of the world is where skins and hearts are curled

The terror of a pass by life's been hurled

Like the first sun on a quiet street

This is us between the sheets

Speak with hands and mouths and feet

You slipped into my naptime

Well I am me and I am you

In moments that are rare but true

The feeling lasts a day or two

You slipped into my naptime

The center of the world is where skins and hearts are curled

The terror of a pass by life's been hurled