Over My Head

Some odd door

Some blooming tree

Senseless and awkward

Feeling hard uneased

Sleep in rooms where people leave

Dry of gentleness

Of life

Of breeze

Sometimes you get so alone without a friend

It's hard to know who you are

And to pretend

Little lights reaching over my head

Shiny sinks to let myself out in

And you won't call to say it's all right

'cause you know it lasts all night

You know you should be at home

Where it's good to be tired

Under a roof that you know

That we're inside

Some odd door

Off-white painted sills

Faded pictures gathered round me still

And i know what you face in the night

And i know you'll be alright