With balloons tied loose around your neck I can't help but wait with baited breath With an eye for your madness Or a glimpse of your sadness to be unveiled
While I'm here I'll make it crystal clear It's all these people Who keep forgetting
As the vultures circled overhead You could tell I was on my last legs It's all these people They're making me wish I wasn't here
See the eye of the storm Dig deep and pretend there's nothing wrong It's all these people Who are making me wish I wasn't there
While I'm here I'll make it crystal clear It's all these people Who keep forgetting
Your .. Hope you know your name
If you'd be my pear Then I'll be your tree So delicately balanced On top of me
If you'd be the lighthouse Then I'll be the road If you'd be the timezone Then I'll be the globe
If you'd be the .. Then I'll be the .. Beats on the drum Walking on the line
If you'll be the window I'll be the door
If you'd be my pear Then I'll be your tree So delicately balanced On top of me
If you'd be the lighthouse Then I'll be the road If you'd be the timezone Then I'll be the globe
If you'd be my pear Then I'll be your tree So delicately balanced On top of me
Compositor: Adam John Thompson (Adam Thompson) ECAD: Obra #18093304