in our socks we slide across the floor like we are angels over water coming home to see your eyes and the beards we fake from yarn and tape can t cover up the smiles we make the nights we stay up laughing til we cry i know inside that we can hide as happy as two clams and if we fight we ll do it right with mittens on our hands cause we are spoons the forks and knives are lonely in their drawer underneath the covers we are warm lying quite waiting for the cold and frosty mornin and in my room i can see the sunlight in your hair and my reflection in your stare let me know that s just us against the world we are spoons at a table set for two i ll make some tea for you with spoons that stir like hearts on fire i know inside that we can hide as happy as two clams and if we fight we ll do it right with mittens on our hands cause we are spoons the forks and knives are lonely in their drawer underneath the covers we are warm lying quite waiting for the cold and frosty mornin and in my room i can see the sunlight in your hair and my reflection in your stare let me know that s just us against the world we are spoons we are spoons we are spoons we are spoons