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 unveiledWhile I'm here
I'll make it crystal clear
It's all these people
who keep forgettingAs 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 hereSee 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 thereWhile I'm here
I'll make it crystal clear
It's all these people
who keep forgettingYour .
hope you know your nameIf you'd be my pear
then I'll be your tree
So delicately balanced
On top of meIf you'd be the lighthouse
Then I'll be the road
If you'd be the timezone
Then I'll be the globeIf you'd be the .
then I'll be the .
Beats on the drum
. walking on the lineIf 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 globeIf you'd be my pear
Then I'll be your tree
So delicately balanced
On top of me