With balloons tied loose around your neck I can't help but wait with baited breath With an eye for your madness Or a glimpse of your sadness to be unveiled While I'm here I'll make it crystal clear It's all these people Who keep forgetting As the vultures circled overhead You could tell I was on my last legs It's all these people They're making me wish I wasn't here See the eye of the storm Dig deep and pretend there's nothing wrong It's all these people Who are making me wish I wasn't there While I'm here I'll make it crystal clear It's all these people Who keep forgetting You're worried I hope they know your name If you'd be my pear Then I'll be your tree So delicately balanced On top of me If you'd be the lighthouse Then I'll be the rocks If you'd be the timezone Then I'll be the clock If you'd be the train Then I'll be the track Each solitary journey Is longer than the last If you'll be the windows I'll be the door My body clock's been messed up And I'm rotten to the core If you'd be my pear Then I'd be your tree So delicately balanced On top of me If you'd be the lighthouse Then I'll be the rocks If you'd be the timezone Then I'll be the clock If you'd be my pear Then I'll be your tree So delicately balanced On top of me