i'm knocking at your door, where everything is calm. i've tried to ease my soul, since i left vietnam.
i walk into your room, i nearly lose my breath i don't know what it is i think that i was dead
the stars are on the floor i'm small, i nearly died a planetarium i couldn't even cry i dash up to the door but you don't let me out i'm calling the police i don't have any doubt
i've been here for eight days. well i don't know. do you? oh, god it never ends and i don't want it to
you know that i love you, and please, don't get me wrong these planets make me blue. where is my telephone?