My Soft and Deep - The Matches

Wrap you up in a coat of cobwebs

Tactile little heart of tacks

The more you lick, the more I chap

You’ve a head like a postcard rack

So try this trick and spin it

Spin again, my Surfer Rosa

All the while the world is whirling

The morning tilts closer

Your eyelids keep secrets

Your eyelids keep secrets

My soft and deep

While you sleep

No, no, secrets

Blowing bubbles with nicotine gum

Kiss me below the seatbelt light

On the roof with a toothpick flag

Take your broken wings and learn to sigh

In the half-life of balloons

We will measure how our hair’s grown

We lie curled like question marks

Drifting off on pheromones

Your eyelids keep secrets

Your eyelids keep secrets

My soft and deep

I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck

Ever I’ll watch you sleep

Beneath a blanket of dust I’ll tuck you in

My soft and deep

No, no, secrets

So try this trick and spin it

Spin again, my Surfer Rosa

All the while the world is whirling

The morning tilts yet closer

My soft and deep

My soft and deep

My soft and deep

I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck (my soft)

Ever I’ll watch you sleep

Beneath a blanket of dust I’ll tuck you in

My soft and deep

No, no, secrets

Deep