You want to wipe some space. Onto the mirror for your face. To get somebody coming back at you. Lonely lonely lonely and nothing's coming through. If your heart isn't in it.
I've been keeping you safe inside for the longest time. I've being trying to keep alive the paper kisses you sign. And even now when any body breathes you name.
Could you wake me up when it's over. Well maybe I'll sit this out, I think I know the score. You read to me before. Why wrap it up so precisely. I know what you're bringing me, I keep them on the side.
Mary Mary don't keep me waiting. There's not light enough to see and you know. If I'm not there when he gets back home. He's going to come out looking for me.
It's the stain on the moon. It's your idiot name. It's the noise in the noise. The gift of the game. It's the fruit that we bear. The peach that I bore.
If you don't come back to me. You'll have saved me goodbyes. My escape would be neat. I won't lose a minute's sleep. Recovering what we made and meant not to keep.
Gone is the last stain of ink from the sky. Somebody's talking and won't tell you why. So you ask them to stay when you want them to fly. And you try not to think of tomorrow's goodbye.