Too tall
That's what you said about the window
That's what you said about the vase
I bought for your artificial roses
It's small time business
you don't want to be concerned with
the small time his kiss
showers you with care but still imposes
I stare
staring back into the splitting clouds
that let me see the sun
it's like a floating orange eye
I glare
sometimes reflected
a hundred thousand times from a lake
no bigger than an eye

CHORUS:
But it's high tide
the moon is passing over head
this is my side
I've only been where I was led
and when I die
dont let them know that I am dead
let me hide
make sure everybody knows what I have said

Falling, falling, like a flute
that's been thrown out a window
it hums a pretty note
This is what?
did you say this was a honeymoon?
well I would've prepared for this if I had known
now you and I sit facing each other
cross our legs and (mystery line)
on a bed that's shaped like a heart

CHOR