Past planes and meteorites

Maybe you're gone.
You had to get out of here.
It's easy to get lost in fear.
But maybe now the weight has lifted you're sailing through the air.

Crossed

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I gotta have you

Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the phone
Red eyes and fire and signs
I'm taken by a nursery rhyme
I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home

crazy is the forecast all week

There's a good chance in hell
Like cats and dogs we'll be flying
And I'm no weatherman
But you are lightning, striking

Here comes the sun, and the rain
All at once down the sink

your head in the clouds

Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
a girl with kaleidoscope eyes.