Something To Write Home About - Orlando

Shivering like it’s the first time… well, maybe it is.

After all this is how first times ought to feel.

And suddenly everything matters,

and nothing matters but you.

You won me over.

Or were you just winning a bet?

And we broke the law on someone’s blushing floor,

On someone’s sacred floor.

And we broke the law on someone’s frozen floor,

On someone’s sacred floor.

Does nature have to be so awkward?

I hope you were drunk enough to forget that under clothing,

I’m nothing to write home about.

And after several nervous fumblings and a quick glance in a book

I feel I’m dying and it’s proof I’m still alive.

And we broke the law on someone’s blushing floor,

On someone’s sacred floor.

And we broke the law on someone’s frozen floor,

On someone’s sacred floor.

You slept upon the carpet while I lay awake all night,

Pinned between you and the disapproving wall.

I finally drifted off, but woke at five beside an easy note.

And did you know that wasn’t my real name?

And we broke the law on someone’s blushing floor,

On someone’s sacred floor.

And we broke the law on someone’s frozen floor,

On someone’s sacred floor.