Pear Tree Lyrics - In The Pit Of The Stomach - We Were Promised Jetpacks

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 . 

Then I'd be your . 

So . 

. 

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