Sonata sentimental #2: bedroom crimes

All I recall
Is the span of the fall
And the loss
Then the gain of control

Naked and blinded
You know I don’t mind it
It’s gone but we’ll find it tonight

Tell now, my sweet
Am I bleeding on the sheets?
Guilty of a crime
Committed in my sleep?

Crimes we commit
Moving underneath the sheets
Secrets do we keep
In our sleep

Finally mine
Stole it out of your mind
It’s the note
That I never could find

Some of the floor
Wasn’t there anymore
We were happy
Well, happy and bored

Tell now, my sweet
Am I bleeding on the sheets?
Guilty of a crime
Committed in my sleep?

Crimes we commit
Moving underneath the sheets
Secrets do we keep
In our sleep

All I recall
Is the span of the fall
And the words that were said
Not at all