You are standing in my living room
After dark, the yellow light covers you
I trust you'll leave here without a word
I didn't know the sound of your hurt
Fast asleep, I creep into your body
Remnants of thoughts and pain swirl in your dreams
Higher, higher, high x3
Come to my house, I miss the way you talk
And, if you won't come in, we could go for a walk
Sunday afternoon, it takes me there, high
Forcibly you call, face it!