Cloud City

And in the dark, we can see our words
Waveforms of pillow talk
Plumes of our personalities
Figures of speech
All laid bare for us to see
As it stands, there's nothing hidden between us
Something to consider
Minds made like beds the morning after
Tidy decisions with loose corners
Unkempt in our attempts to put things right
If it's lost you can't have it
Now it's gone of course you want it