Could you see me there
Exposures fill my air
Ice Cream spilling down
Onto you chest
On I Saw
From the day I found you
Love was so insane
Shovels in my hand from
Digging for your pain.
Could you put me on a
Birthday through my window
Climb through
I'll hold your pants tight
Hands follow
More to Come (come)
In my room there is a
Footlights to my Atlas.
Take hold,
I'm flying flying,
Take hold,
And More to Follow
Soon . . .
I have found my way back home
I am on me way back . . .
