Darling** (I)
You are a dreamer.
All you do is reach and reach for the stars.
You said you wanted to give them to me
To prove your love.
But the trick here is.
You aren't a dreamer.
You're just high.
All the time.
And I can't get through to you.
You are tearing down the stars.
But the stars are my eyes.

Sweetheart (II)
"Your eyes..."
Is one of the first things you said to me.
I still want to know what you meant.

Honeybee (III)
An angel came to me the other night.
And then I realized it was just you.