Birds on the pillownAnd paper lanterns hangin'nfrom the ceilingnSticky stars aglownMappin' out some constellationnI'm tired of standing in the lightnoutside her windownFro her I would row to the endsnof my imagination.nnPleasure to beholdnA silhouette so real yetnoh so staticnMeasured and controllednLets down her hair, takes offnher army jacketnI'm tryin to figure out what'snright - do I stay or go?nFor all she doesn't know...