I do believe that I'm going to sleep
So don't make a din
Cause I'll be dreaming
That a wind welled up and took my eye out
And the storm took the roof with it

I do believe that I want you around

We make our sounds
We make them out loud
But from a window sill I could be lost to you
From a branch you could be lost to me

Staring at the ceiling and how
Trying to keep my feet on the ground
But I do believe that I'm dreaming aloud

When you're around
When we're about town

But from a window sill I could be lost to you
From a branch you could be lost to me