| Song | Live in the Bedroom |
| Artist | Tim Moxam |
| Album | Orphan Black (Original Television Soundtrack) |
| [00:00.57] | In the morning we’ll wake to the sound of the neighbors |
| [00:07.74] | And we’ll curse and we’ll blame and we’ll call them funny names |
| [00:16.85] | You will cover your eyes from the morning light with your shirt |
| [00:26.36] | And think of the grasshopper warming in the dirt |
| [00:35.23] | And as we will lay, be reminded of the day |
| [00:41.61] | By the noises of footsteps and the slamming of doors |
| [00:51.95] | And the drilling and sawing of the workers from under our bed |
| [01:00.47] | We’ll ignore and make love to the roar of their… |
| [01:35.10] | In the nighttime we’ll study the sounds of our voices |
| [01:43.07] | And learn of the scents to which we have been drawn |
| [01:52.33] | I’ll not open my eyes cause I’ve not slept for days |
| [02:00.89] | Or is it I’m blind by the beauty in your face? |
| [02:09.51] | We’ll trust to our fingers to feel in the darkness |
| [02:17.86] | To trace and define all the shapes we desire |
| [02:26.17] | We will seek and discover just how close we can get to each other |
| [02:35.01] | And I’ll wait for your new eyes to meet mine again |
| [03:08.20] | Our sheets will be made of some fine hand-woven cotton |
| [03:17.22] | Ironed and spread across a King sized bed frame |
| [03:25.39] | Their colours will reflect the seasons that have passed us by |
| [03:33.96] | Though no weariness stained will reflect in our eyes |
| [03:42.52] | Though if we should tire of our lives in the bedroom |
| [03:52.26] | And make from the kitchen through the hall to the door |
| [04:00.67] | And if we should choose to explore together or alone |
| [04:09.40] | I’ll remember the days when the bed was our home |
| [00:00.57] | In the morning we' ll wake to the sound of the neighbors |
| [00:07.74] | And we' ll curse and we' ll blame and we' ll call them funny names |
| [00:16.85] | You will cover your eyes from the morning light with your shirt |
| [00:26.36] | And think of the grasshopper warming in the dirt |
| [00:35.23] | And as we will lay, be reminded of the day |
| [00:41.61] | By the noises of footsteps and the slamming of doors |
| [00:51.95] | And the drilling and sawing of the workers from under our bed |
| [01:00.47] | We' ll ignore and make love to the roar of their |
| [01:35.10] | In the nighttime we' ll study the sounds of our voices |
| [01:43.07] | And learn of the scents to which we have been drawn |
| [01:52.33] | I' ll not open my eyes cause I' ve not slept for days |
| [02:00.89] | Or is it I' m blind by the beauty in your face? |
| [02:09.51] | We' ll trust to our fingers to feel in the darkness |
| [02:17.86] | To trace and define all the shapes we desire |
| [02:26.17] | We will seek and discover just how close we can get to each other |
| [02:35.01] | And I' ll wait for your new eyes to meet mine again |
| [03:08.20] | Our sheets will be made of some fine handwoven cotton |
| [03:17.22] | Ironed and spread across a King sized bed frame |
| [03:25.39] | Their colours will reflect the seasons that have passed us by |
| [03:33.96] | Though no weariness stained will reflect in our eyes |
| [03:42.52] | Though if we should tire of our lives in the bedroom |
| [03:52.26] | And make from the kitchen through the hall to the door |
| [04:00.67] | And if we should choose to explore together or alone |
| [04:09.40] | I' ll remember the days when the bed was our home |