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