I want to sail my soul on the ocean I want to set my sun on the notion Of a made bed but it's over now And the warm wind blows I want to slap that window I want to go where you go I want to be so so clean And sleep again On a made bed but it's unmade now And this warm wind blows What you have What you know What you have What you know On this made bed but it's over now And this warm wind blows Across this made bed where it's over now And a warm wind blows What you have What you know What you have What you know What you have