i'm knocking at your door,
where everything is calm.
i've tried to ease my soul,
since i left vietnam.

i walk into your room,
i nearly lose my breath
i don't know what it is
i think that i was dead

the stars are on the floor
i'm small, i nearly died
a planetarium
i couldn't even cry
i dash up to the door
but you don't let me out
i'm calling the police
i don't have any doubt

i've been here for eight days.
well i don't know. do you?
oh, god it never ends
and i don't want it to

you know that i love you,
and please, don't get me wrong
these planets make me blue.
where is my telephone?