Here. In my head
In my head I found you thereAnd running around and following meBut you don't dareBut I find that I have, now, moreThan I ever wanted to
So maybe thomas jefferson wasn't bornIn your backyard like you have said andMaybe i'm just the horizon you run to when she has left youThere you are, here in my head andRunning around and calling me"Come back i'll show you the roses that brush off the snow andOpen their petals again and again"And you know that apple-green icecream can melt in your handsI can't so I
Held your hand at the fairAnd even forgot what time it wasAnd even Thomas Jefferson wasn't bornIn your backyard like you have said andMaybe i'm just the horizon you run toWhen she has left youAnd me here alone on the floorYou're counting my feathers as the bells tollYou see the bow and the belt and the girls from the southAll favorites of mine you know them all wellAnd spring brings fresh little puddles that makes it all clear makes itAllDo you know what this is doing to meHere in my head