A Gregorian nap
I woke from a dream
A house full of desks
A room full of bags
With a train
Running through
My sisters and I
Found rooms on the stairs
I put me on the shelf
Where I belong
She believes only what she sees
She loves me, nods to agree
The more I have to say
The less I truly give
She believes only what she sees
She loves me, nods to agree
The more I have to say
The less I truly give
On the edge of what is real
The green of her eyes
It is clear
On the edge of what is real
The green of her eyes
It is clear
I'm always at home
When I'm on my own
I'm always at home
When I'm on my own
