In my head I found you there

And running around and following me

But you don't, oh, dare, now

But I find that I have, now

More then I ever wanted to

So maybe Thomas Jefferson wasn't born

In your backyard

Like you have said and

Maybe I'm just the horizon you run to when

She had left you there, you,

All here in my head and

Running around and calling me

Come back

I'll show you the roses and brush off the snow

And open their petals again and again

And you know that apple green ice cream

Can melt in your hands

I can't so...

I, I held your hand at the fair

And even forgot what time it was

And even Thomas Jefferson wasn't born

In your backyard

Like you have said and

Maybe I'm just the horizon you run to when

She has left you and me here alone on the floor

You're counting my feathers as the bells toll

You see the bow and the belt and the girl from the south

All favourites of mine

You know them all well

And spring brings fresh little puddles

That makes it all clear

Makes it all

Hey, do you know

Hey, do you know

What this is doing to me?

Here

Here

Here

Here in my head