in my head i found you there [bad word] around and following me
but you don't, oh, dare, now
but i find that i have, now
more then i ever wanted to

so maybe thomas jefferson
wasn't born in your backyard
like you have said and
maybe i'm just the horizon [bad word] to when
she has left you there, you, are
here in my head [bad word] around and calling me [bad word] back i'll show you the roses
that [bad word] off the snow
and open their petals again and again"
and you know that
apple green ice cream
can melt in your hands
i can't, so...

i held your hand at the fair
and even forgot what time it was
and even thomas jefferson
wasn't born in your backyard
like you have said and
maybe i'm just the horizon [bad word] to
when she has left
you and me here
alone on the floor
you're counting my feathers
as the bells toll
you see the bow and the belt
and the girl from the south
all favorites of mine
you know them all well
and spring brings fresh little puddles
that makes it all clear
makes it all...
hey, do you know
hey, do you know
what this is doing to me?
oh, here...
here...
here. in my head