Из альбома: Hanging Out in Heaven
Turn the page as you do
See if I'm staring at you
Carry on if I'm gone
Not for long and it's true
If I fall through the cracks
And the shards of the glass
That litter the floor
All these things I'll ignore
All that remains
Is to start up again
So we do, going to, me and you
Take a queen from the pack
Put her heart on your back
Take a quill from a bird
Write you name though absurd
Though I caught your attention
And with hardly a mention
'Tween the sip of your drink
And your moment to think
All that remains
Is to number your page
So you do, going to, I love you