I can't ever remember the things i want to say
When I get my head straight but the room is empty.
It's been that way for hours;
Guess the house is quiet for the night.
I can't see the pretty things
That hang in your room,
Above your head,
Where you sleep.
What do you hear in the dark?
Gla** breaks; nobody hears it.
Fell so slowly,
Just like wind snapping branches of the trees in your yard.
I can't hear a thing now,
The stars are shining much too loud at night.
Words stay stuck in my mouth like a stain from red wine.
You laugh over and over at all my useless phrases.
I can't see the pretty things that hang in your room,
Above your head,
Where you sleep.
What do you see?