I do believe that I am going to sleep
So don't make a din
Cause I'll be dreaming
That a wind welled up & took my eye out
And the storm took the roof with it
I do believe that I want you around
We make our sounds
We make them out loud
But from a window sill I could be lost to you
From a branch you could be lost to me
Staring at the ceiling
And how!
Trying to keep my feet on the ground
But I do believe that I'm dreaming aloud
When you're around
When we're about town
But from a window sill I could be lost to you
From a branch you could be lost to me