things will turn out the way you want them to,
only if you stop doubting how much i love you.
guess it's "i'll see you in your night-time world."
don't forget to call me "home" next time around.
like meteor showers, we'll dance around the stars,
and, when we're tired, sleep underneath blankets
made out of those fluffy, little, cotton-ball clouds.
don't forget- call me "home" next time around.
we'll drink from rivers made of cellophane,
and count the seconds until we go sane.
we'll shield our eyes from the suns of gold.
please, call me "home" next time around.