Sleeping Bag
Joshua Powell
Verse 1
When I hold your hand
Magic slips from your eyes into my eyes
And I feel again
The sentiment I felt
On hesitant tiptoe
--the innocence--
I left through your bedroom window
Chorus 1
It wouldn't mean as much to me
If we were to share a sleeping bag
Verse 2
When I hold your hand
Two awkward spiders embracing
I understand vulnerability
And the anxiety of inevitable loss
But I am still intent on letting these lines cross
Chorus 2
It wouldn’t mean as much to me
If wе were to share a wеdding bed
It wouldn't mean as much to me
If were were to share a sleeping bag