My love comes stepping up the stairs Loose blue ribbons in her long red hair Gold fare is flying in the dust filled air She slips into my naptime We were starting to look as strangers look Attractive, yes, but not quite hooked To spare in habit overcooked To the sun smiled on our naptime The center of the world is where skins and hearts are curled The terror of a pass by life's been hurled Like the first sun on a quiet street This is us between the sheets Speak with hands and mouths and feet You slipped into my naptime Well I am me and I am you In moments that are rare but true The feeling lasts a day or two You slipped into my naptime The center of the world is where skins and hearts are curled The terror of a pass by life's been hurled