Some Constellation

Birds on the pillow

And paper lanterns hangin'

from the ceiling

Sticky stars aglow

Mappin' out some constellation

I'm tired of standing in the light

outside her window

Fro her I would row to the ends

of my imagination.

Pleasure to behold

A silhouette so real yet

oh so static

Measured and controlled

Lets down her hair, takes off

her army jacket

I'm tryin to figure out what's

right - do I stay or go?

For all she doesn't know...