Baking Breath

Suffocate me with your smile
A mathematic whim
To set the mood I'm in

Come and lay with me a while
And represent the fool
With every tool I spin

I find it hard to fancy fever
When every feeling lights me red
But if you're random with my touches
You'll live at home within my bed

So come and lay with me a while
And represent the fool I am
With every little world I spin
The mood you put me in
I suffocate and then I win