Songtext von Bernadette

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 asked 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...