An Invitation to Sleep in My Arms

[MIMI]
Now that we know what the problem is, we're gonna get it fixed

[GORDON]
Tomorrow they’ll strap me down on a bed
And remove the top of my head
Which is why I don’t think that now’s the right time
To have too much hope
I may be a dope
But I don’t think so
No, I don’t think so
No, I don’t think so

[ROGER]
Would you ever consider lying close to me tonight
Could be exciting
I’m inviting you to sleep in my arms
Maybe we’ll laugh too loud
Maybe we’ll dance and you will sing
Maybe we’ll smile at all the pleasures
Sex and eating often bring
Maybe we’ll say no words
Just saying nothing is sublime
Maybe we’ll read a book you always meant to read
For which you hadn’t found the time

[RHODA]
Excuse me
But Bungee’s calling to state
How though he knows you’re about to sedate
But by tomorrow at ten he needs the “Yes” song

[GORDON]
Fuck him!

[RHODA]
He said no matter what, he’s going to rehearse the “Yes” song

[GORDON]
He’ll wait

[RHODA]
He said his son, Mr. Music, wrote a verse of the “Yes” song
He's going to use if your song isn’t finished

[MIMI]
Rhoda!

[RHODA]
Tonight then, just disregard what he said
And sit and reminisce with Roger instead
If you get over-anxious, pick up a pen
Finish the song, maybe I’m wrong
But I don’t think so
No, I don’t think so
No, I don’t think so

[GORDON]
I’d love to love but need to write
I get distracted so damn easily!

[ROGER]

Forget the writing
I’m inviting you
To sleep in my arms
[GORDON]
They’ll be other nights I’ll have
To sleep your arms
[ROGER]
And if you snore

[GORDON]
I should have done what I meant to do

[ROGER]
I’ll let you snore

[GORDON]
I could have been what I meant to be

[ROGER]
Maybe there’s more!

[GORDON]
I could have written the score
To a rise or a symphony

[ROGER]

Maybe there’s more
Maybe we’ll say
No words
Just saying nothing
Is sublime
Maybe we’ll read a book
You always meant to read
[GORDON]
A simple
Symphony
A simple
Symphony
A simple
Symphony
[GORDON]
Look, it’s my decision, ok!

[MIMI]
Nobody asked my opinion
But why don’t you tell him
His was the best invitation?
Why is he making such a scene?
While you sit discussing what you’ve got to discuss
I’m off to your place for a date with Mr. Clean, I love him!
Lie with the man
What are you, stupid?
Go and fly with the man
At least tonight, go fly
While I depart in hope and not in sorrow
Goodbye, my loves, goodbye
Operation tomorrow
Rhoda

[GORDON]
Tonight, though, could be my very last chance
To write a something I could be remembered by
It may not be a great song
But it could be my last song
So I hope you'll understand
If I simply kiss your hand
And say goodnight