Breath on the Sheets (Oops, We Had a Sleepover)

I walked into the bedroom at half-past three
And who there laid did I see where I should be?
A slack-jawed contraposto came over me.

But are they breathing? (We are breathing)
Are they breathing (softly breathing) anymore?
No, they are stone dead in my bed and I think it's too late
And is this unsaid requiem all that they will make?

My love, he calls me Lily, I kiss his cheek,
We twist in mists, but captured we'll never be
So come quick, hold me now, no one will see-

Until our breathing is heavy, our breathing is heavy
So heavy! Lock the door!
They are stone dead in my bed and I think it's too late
And is this unsaid requiem all that they will make?

Like dogs, we like it dirty
And why should we compromise the animals inside?
Clandestine contentment
Falls away in a fit of grace!
Oh God, have mercy on me. (On me...)
On me... (on me...)

I am stone dead in my bed and I think it's too late
And is this unsaid requiem all that I will make?
We are stone dead in my bed and I think it's too late
And is this unsaid requiem all that we will make?
Or will the ground shake and curtain break
As You wake me up again?