Could you see me there
exposures fill my air
Ice Cream spilling down
onto you chest
On I Saw

From the day I found you
love was so insane
shovels in my hand from
digging for your pain.

Could you put me on a
Birthday through my window
climb through
I'll hold your pants tight
hands follow
More to Come (come)

In my room there is a
Footlights to my Atlas.
take hold,
I'm flying flying,
take hold,
and More to Follow

Soon . . .
I have found my way back home
I am on me way back . . .