Wake, with your head where the light always crept
through the glass, to your bed And you breathe, and your breath
it is mine And your heart, when it stops, when it starts,
when it's fast it's mine
Be in the eye, where the war and the cry and the truth are at rest,
and your oughts and your best, they are mine
If you're shy, if the streaks in the sky
shake the windows
Know, I was like you,
and the sun came down and the dust blew around over me
Come beside me,
with the pen in your hand and your hand in my hand
go to me
Let me give, let me talk, let me live
in your pillow Kill your fear, whisper words in your ear
that your kite's in a box, that your boat's in the docks
and you're sleeping
Oh, you got nothing,
you got nothing on me, that's the best place that you'll ever be
Come beside me,
with the pen in your hand and your hand in my hand
go to me