Claustrophobia begins to overtake
i see, i feel, i hear...

Sand on my toes
should be warm...

Every melody pumps through ears,
pulsing out heartbeat's song...

I am sitting here
waiting for you...

Take me away
fly me across...

The rain pitter patters
on my not-tin roof...

Mondays smell like burning
saturdays taste sweet, like honey...

Everyone wants to know how to bottle the sunrise
but i have her sitting on a page...

When you're crying
and you can't help but frown...

I stand here,
my heart in my hands...

Saturday nights
wide awake...

I don't know when
these words...