In my head, I found you

There and running around

And following me

But, you don't know, haunting there

But i find

That i have now

More than i ever wanted to



So maybe Thomas Jefferson

Wasn't born in your backyard

Like you have said, ah

Maybe i'm just the horizon you run to

When she has left you

There you are 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, ah

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 favorites of mine, you know them all well

And spring brings fresh little puddles

That makes it all clear, and makes it all...



And do you know?

Hey, do you know

What this is doing to me?

Oh, here, here, here, here in my head