[00:14.825]My dream girl, those eyes, that nose[00:19.967]My private inside joke, sign the cast on my funny bone[00:25.332]Floral sheets on long-given-up ghosts[00:30.349]Haunt my bedroom at night and say “Let’s get you home”[00:36.819]They say “Grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then you’re nothing but a short-haired girl”[00:41.874]But come and Braille-palm-read and hold my hand, see my reason and “Goodbye, cruel world”[00:47.228]And oh my god, what’s wrong with me?[00:52.587]And the wife of Walter Keane, whose name right now’s escaping me[00:59.411]That’s right, Margaret![01:00.669]Dream girl, come and sweep me off my knees[01:06.091]I’d rather stay asleep than nеver see you wake up next to mе[01:24.814]Neon lights like heat lamps in the cold[01:29.918]To incubate the shadows you can’t stitch back to your soles[01:34.582]You seemed fine just a few days ago[01:40.226]But CO2 and fish tanks do enough to get you home[01:46.621]Well now you swear in your prayers, telling time, “Promise I’ll never have fun again[01:51.856]If you’d stop flying,” but then you start crying, “Never mind, you win!”[01:56.898]And far too late came far too soon[02:02.494]And the love you never made became the things you’d never do[02:09.502]Oh, sweet Mary![02:10.934]Dream girl, come but keep your hands off me[02:15.938]Go on back to bed, my love, I mean, that’s where dreams are supposed to be[02:30.977]So come on, William, grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then they’re gonna treat you like you’re just a little girl[02:36.348]But come and Braille-palm-read, hold my hands, and you’ll see that it’s me who cries mercy while your fingers curl and[02:42.111]Oh, are you at all like me?[02:47.252]Do you know what I mean?[02:49.841]Or am I too close to see?[02:56.517]Someone, anyone?[02:58.185]Of the two things we do on our knees: watch me fold my hands just to crack my knuckles[03:06.092]Well, here is the church, here is the steeple, open the doors, see all the people[03:12.535]Alright, that’s enough, let’s get you home