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