Beneath My Quilt
Karen Mal/Steve Key
 
Like butter in the pan
Like chocolate in a baby's hand
Like winter's last snowman
I want to melt

It's a hundred and ten in the Texas shade
Don't give me a glass of lemonade
Just come to me and let your doubts fade
Beneath my quilt

Beneath my quilt
I want to melt like sugar in hot water
I want to find a door through the wall we've built
Beneath my quilt

I've been stuck inside my head
Like a river frozen in its bed
I'm full of fuel but my battery's dead
And will not let me go

It's time to close the blinds
And open up our minds
Let's make the dough from scratch this time
And let it rise up slow

Beneath my quilt
I want to melt like sugar in hot water
I want to find a door through the wall we've built
Beneath my quilt

I am weary but I am wide awake
My hair is down and my bed's unmade
I'm tired of waiting for the dust to settle
I want to rise like steam from the kettle

Beneath my quilt
I want to melt like sugar in hot water
I want to find a door through the wall we've built
Beneath my quilt