I want to walk through all your open doorwaysI want to drink down all your cheap wineI want to answer the doorWhen your old man callsI want to tell him that you're doing all rightI want to erase all doubtWant to stand naked before the sunI want to lay down beside youWhen the working day is doneThrough your open windowMy paper airplane fliesPeople say I lost my footingThey should look into your eyesFrom the second floor I can see into your houseDon't need a telescope to know what you're aboutJust like a love letter tucked under a wingJust like your naked truth gives light to everythingUp here in the thermals, drifting like a hawkCarried on the wind or blown away like chalkSuch a tiny craft, paper clip on noseI could stare at you for hoursBut your blinds are closed
