Angel food

if the mattress was a table top
 and the bed sheet was a page
 we'd be written out
 like a couple of question marks
 my convex
 to your concave
 we'd be lying here
 at the end of a sentence that asks:
 are you ready now
 are you gonna glow in the dark
 are you gonna show me how
 do you like to watch when water misbehaves
 do you like waves
 as the wind shifts and shifts again
 the sail smiles
 and gently slaps around the mast
 ballast
 ballast
 ♪
 if the mattress was a table top
 and the bed sheet was a page
 we'd be lying here
 my convex
 to your concave
 when you come to me
 come to me with cake in your pocket
 come to me nicely
 with that soft kinda cake that's mostly icing
 come to me ready and rude
 bring me angel food
 bring me angel food
 angel food
 angel food