| Sitting in an empty house | |
| On a simple chair in the corner | |
| Of an empty room, on a wooden floor | |
| With nothing between here | |
| And where | |
| I came from | |
| Except for a girl waiting for a bus | |
| With a leather knapsack | |
| Over her shoulder | |
| And hope in her eyes | |
| And enough beauty | |
| To fill this empty room | |
| A thousand times | |
| Like youLike you | |
| Like youJust like you | |
| Like youLike you | |
| Like youJust like you | |
| She ties her legs in a bow | |
| And like butterflies | |
| Her eyes close | |
| Then her soul stretches | |
| Like paint in the rain | |
| She breathes | |
| Her arms fall up | |
| Stretching up reaching | |
| She moves the sun | |
| Like youLike you | |
| Like youJust like you | |
| Like youJust | |
| Like youLike you | |
| Just like you | |
| Like youLike you | |
| Like youJust like you | |
| Like youLike you | |
| Like youJust like you | |
| Like youLike you | |
| Like youJust like you | |
| Like youLike you | |
| Like youJust like you | |
| Like you |