Bernadette Lyrics

Waking up to the morning through my fishbowl

And I worry is she sleeping?

Is she breathing? Is she dead?



And would I be a better mother to a kitty

Or a puppy, or chimpanzees,

or maybe to your baby



Lord willing...



If I'm alive this time tomorrow

then I'll have more time to kill

and maybe we could rearrange my furniture

to make lots more room to fill



You and I, we lay like fireflies

retired from those summer nights

All bottled up as victims of our child's play



And when we laugh the walls are muted by our existence

Should I be a bit more persistent when I was you to stay over?



If you're willing...



You are the only one that matters

And the only one who knows

Every inch of my perimeter

From my fingers to my toes



And I don't know where we'll be tomorrow

But I have one guarantee

For these arms once held malignancy

You know that I'm willing...



I'm willing I'm willing

I'm willing to take you home

I'm willing, I'm willing

I'm willing to follow you home

I'm willing, I'm willing

I'm willing to take you home

I'm willing, I'm willing

I'm willing to call you home...