This little pill
You placed on the tip of my tongue
Could never replace
The feeling I've found.
Standing alone
In the river, I know,
It's a feeling I can never take with me.
I want more than this.
I want it all of the time.
This little white pill
That you gave me to open up
All my doors and windows...
And here I am, this scarecrow.
Here I am, my eyes closed.
Here I am, this open window.