With balloons tied loose around your neck
I can't help but wait with baited breath
With an eye for your madness
Or a glimpse of your sadness to be unveiled
While I'm here
I'll make it crystal clear
It's all these people
who keep forgetting
As the vultures circled overhead
You could tell I was on my last legs
It's all these people
They're making me wish I wasn't here
See the eye of the storm
Dig deep and pretend there's nothing wrong
It's all these people
Who are making me wish I wasn't there
While I'm here
I'll make it crystal clear
It's all these people
who keep forgetting
Your .
hope you know your name
If you'd be my pear
then I'll be your tree
So delicately balanced
On top of me
If you'd be the lighthouse
Then I'll be the road
If you'd be the timezone
Then I'll be the globe
If you'd be the .
then I'll be the .
Beats on the drum
. walking on the line
If you'll be the window
I'll be the door
.
.
If you'd be my .
Then I'd be your .
So .
.
If you'd be the lighthouse
then I'll be the road
If you'd be the timezone
then I'll be the globe
If you'd be my pear
Then I'll be your tree
So delicately balanced
On top of me