Birds on the pillow
And paper lanterns hangin'
from the ceiling
Sticky stars aglow
Mappin' out some constellation
I'm tired of standing in the light
outside her window
Fro her I would row to the ends
of my imagination.

Pleasure to behold
A silhouette so real yet
oh so static
Measured and controlled
Lets down her hair, takes off
her army jacket
I'm tryin to figure out what's
right - do I stay or go?
For all she doesn't know...