Let me lie here
Let me play
Let me run around
I've been waiting
All of my life
Just to grow down
Throw my head back
Think of nothing
Watch the day go through a day
I am restless
And reaching
Horses to the hay
My fingertips are black
From making up rhymes
My fingertips are black
From making up rhymes
One, two, three, four
Dress me up nice
Brush my hair
Turn me into a dream
Put all the lights on
Turn every mirror
I have to be seen
And the night grows tired without you
Lift me to the glass
I'll wait till you come back
Lift me to the glass
I'll wait till you come back
Lift me to the glass
I'll wait till you come back
