Every other day, it seems
i look at your face, and back at me it beams...

Butterfly murder
and welcome to my dreams...

Figure eights upon a paper
tis such a a labor...

Maybe it's symbolic that
I fell asleep caressing scissors...

You can take my pieces
when I explode...

I believe in time machines
and make believe...

We're gonna have pillow fights
in hotel rooms...

Dream me up a piano dance
where the sunflower world...

Silence grows
a chasm deep...

It's nine twenty on a Thursday
and all I've got is a bowl of...

Welcome to a tomorrow
that keeps slippin' further from your...

Fold my heart into your arms
never take it out...