Wake, with your head where the light always crept
through the glass, to your bed. And you breathe, and your breath
it is mine. And your heart, when it stops, when it starts,
when it's fast it's mine.

Be in the eye, where the war and the cry and the truth are at rest,
and your oughts and your best, they are mine.
If you're shy, if the streaks in the sky
shake the windows...

Know, I was like you,
and the sun came down and the dust blew around over me.
Come beside me,
with the pen in your hand and your hand in my hand
go to me

Let me give, let me talk, let me live
in your pillow. Kill your fear, whisper words in your ear
that your kite's in a box, that your boat's in the docks
and you're sleeping.

Oh, you got nothing,
you got nothing on me, that's the best place that you'll ever be.
Come beside me,
with the pen in your hand and your hand in my hand
go to me