I want to tell you all of it
I want to kiss and tell
I want to hear your thoughts on this
I want touch the wishing well

Of thoughts in your brain
Of thoughts you have of me

Make a wish, throw a coin
Tell me what you think

Am I bad
Am I good
What do you think

Be my window to the world
Open up
It's stuffy in here

In my mind it's crowded
In my head its shrouded
In my mind, its not still

A man goes window shopping and you sell him the sill

Maybe I want that sill
I can sit on and rest
When my mind gets fast
When my mind blares past