A basket full of fingers but I still need yours
A stirring world of eyes can`t fill unfixed glares
I`m on the shelf undusted and leaning
Instead of on your pillow
A forgotten stage and I`m leaning, I`m leaning!

I`m leaning!
I`m hoping you`re tripping over me over there
I`m watching you from across the room
I`m hoping you`re tripping over me under there
Oh hear me under there

Under there I wish you`ll talk
Tell me if it`s all my fault
In the dark trying to fall, just to make a noise at all
Unconsciously while you`ree sleeping
Oh and something else is creeping

I`m wishing to be like the pictures
All my dreams are to be like we were

I`m hoping you`re tripping over me back there
I`m watching as I`m riding away
I`m hoping you`re tripping over me somewhere
Sometime, sometime

I`m hoping you`ree tripping over me in there
Cause I`m slower to loose the last insides
I`m hoping you`ree tripping over me up there
Up there
Cause I  I`m Here
Cause I  I`m Here