Joey, Joey
how do i love thee...

Thought of whats to come
are flooding through her head...

People know
right here right then...

Its funny when the times we shared
smolder into nothing...

Perfect worlds
all made of glass...

And as i lay
awake as night...

So baby I'm in your head
and now ill warn you to let go...

Out of my hands
out of my grasp...

Spins round and round
The dancer goes...

Maybe if you open your eyes
and look at your window...

Look on the smile
tattooed to her lips...

When things are quiet perfect
you are forced to work...