Lyrics The Coldest Room in the House - The Speed of Sound in Seawater

The Coldest Room in the House

It’s 27 degrees
You wanna free up those sheets?
Our extremities
Frost bitten quite deeply
I can’t make my bed with you in it
I sorely wish that we could lie another minute
We can’t have that, for fear you might leave my pocket
And once it starts there’s not a lot that can stop it
I fail to find the thermostat
And I can’t ask you where it’s at
Because to rouse you from your sleep
Would disrupt a thing of beauty
Don’t be shy
Pull the faceplate on the enclosure aside
You’ll be a hero to this house
If you can banish the cold without
You should read the things that I have read
The ease with which men end up in your bed
You work within such lax prerequisites
For fear of finding your bed desolate
I could care less what you do
It just reflects poorly upon you
You could care less what I say
But I swear you’ll wake up alone someday
I am not alright