Sometimes I'd like to think I'm sane
when I know were all so crazy
I like to think that you'd say yes
while lots of others gave me maybe
some days I dream of ways to fly
instead of always crawling
sometimes I think of how the morning stars would make a pretty grave
but most of the days I'm dreaming of your face to block this ceiling
I'm tired of looking at the paint and feeling cold sheets
Be with me please
You're all that I need.