A basket full of fingers but I still need yoursnA stirring world of eyes can’t fill unfixed glaresnI’m on the shelf undusted and leaningnInstead of on your pillownA forgotten stage and I’m leaning, I’m leaning!nnI’m hoping you’re tripping over me over therenI’m watching you from across the roomnI’m hoping you’re tripping over me under therenO’ hear me under therennUnder there I wish you’d talknTell me if it’s all my faultnIn the dark trying to fall, just to make a noise at allnUnconsciously while you’re sleepingnOh and something else is creepingnnI’m wishing to be like the picturesnAll my dreams are to be like we werennI’m hoping you’re tripping over me back therenI’m watching as I’m riding awaynI’m hoping you’re tripping over me somewherenSometime, sometimennI’m hoping you’re tripping over me in therenCause I’m slower to loose the last insidesnI’m hoping you’re tripping over me up therenUp therenCause I – I’m Heren