Madeline, your friends don't understand the thing we have
You sit up nightly on the bed, leave the tv in the corner on
Sometimes you don't quite know whats going on
Your mother swears it's in your head

I sit outside your house, waiting

So can I come over?
I know I'm not a dream that you wish you'd have


Madeline, when you were young
Did you think we would wed?
I always did but never said
In the summer, in your favourite dress
When all your first loves left you such a mess
I'd come on over none the less

Darling I see you with those open sleeping eyes
In the night time under moonlight
Under sweeping starless skies
So can I come over?
I know I'm not a dream that you wish you'd have
If faced the choice, you'd dream so coy of all the boys