Bed's Made - Aaron Booth

In the light of Sunday morning

I’m dreaming, I’m awake

Would goodbye make a difference to you

When you’re half asleep?

Go roll on over and steal my cover

It’s looking a warmer day

My bed’s been made

These few sheets held us together

A bandage from the cold

And through these weeks of bitter weather

The chill became your own

The doorway’s open, the lock’s been broken

It’s looking a warmer day

My bed’s been made

Weren’t you the one to tell me you love’s a language?

Weren’t you the one to say each tear’s a word?

I can’t hear your heart

I can’t hear your heart

I can’t hear your heart

I can’t hear your ooh …

Can’t hear your heart

I can’t hear

In the light of Sunday morning

I’m dreaming, I’m awake