Here you sit on your high-backed chair
Wonder how the view is from there
I wouldn't know 'cause I like to sit
Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor
If you like we could play a game
Let's pretend that we are the same
But you will have to look much closer
Than you do, closer than you do
And I'm far too tired to stay here anymore
And I don't care what you think anyway
'Cause I think you were wrong about me
Yeah what if you were, what if you were
And what if I'm a snowstorm burning
What if I'm a world unturning
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep
What if I'm the kindest demon
Something you may not believe in
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep
I know you've got it figured out
Tell me what I am all about
And I just might learn a thing or two
Hundred about you, maybe about you
I'm the end of your telescope
wonder
wings
weeping
vision
trying
toothless
tired
thought
thing
there
telescope
tears
stand
singing
shepherd
desert
something
anymore
anyway
crowded
willow
might
hands
change
wrong
burning
frame
cannot
chair
breaking
demon
glass
believe
ocean
close
could
little
alone
without
wants
think
figured
bound
closer
maybe
angel
pillow
about
around
backed
picture
snowstorm
siren
floor
perfect
gentlemen
sleep
gonna
hundred
kindest
laughing
learn
socialite
leopard
never
nicest
world
outside
shallow
because
pretend
place
pleasure
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