I am down the road and up the hill
I wait for you still
wires around my fingers

potentially lovely
perpetually human
suspended and open
open...

I am through the woods and past the trains
I wait here in vain
scrubbing out the stains again

potentially lovely
perpetually human
suspended and open
open...

open up and up your eyes and then...

in a night the snow starts falling
and everybody stares
through their windows at the streetlights
too beautiful to see

I am in a room I've built myself
four stray walls
one floor, one ceiling
and day after day I wake up feeling...

potentially lovely
perpetually human
suspended and open
open...

open up and up your heart and then...