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

And all the angels they'll be singing, "I love this."

Wake up everyone,
How can you sleep at a time like this
Unless the dreamer is the real you
Listen to your voice
The one that tells you to taste past the tip of your tongue

And I'm just sitting, watching, hoping the boys will call for me.

I'd, I'd like to put my fingers on you
I'd, I'd like to paint this picture for you
Sometimes you don't understand where I'm coming from
I'm just trying to make you see that
I desire the simple things.

You said in my photograph I looked more far away

And all that time, I felt just fine
I held so many people in my suitcase heart
That I had to let the whole thing go
It was taken by the wind and snow
And I still didn’t know that I was waiting
For a girl on a slow pony 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