The Glass

Let me lie here, let me play
Let me run around
I've been waiting all of my life
Just to grow down
Mmm

Throw my head back, think of nothing
Watch the day, go through a day
I am restless and reaching
Horses to the hay
Mmm
Mmm

My fingertips are black from making up rhymes
My fingertips are black from making up rhymes

One, two, three, four
Dress me up nice, brush my hair
Turn me into a dream
Put all the lights on
Turn every mirror I have to be seen
And the night grows tired without you

Lift me to the clouds
I'll wait till you come back
Mmhm-hm-hmm, lift me to the clouds
I'll wait till you come back
Lift me to the clouds
I'll wait till you come back