As she falls down and hurts her head, she's lying still but she's not dead. Awakens slowly, sees a picture of herself on the wall, as she gets up, straightens her dress and calls me up. She says: »I know now, I am whole now. Can you come?«
In your room, where both of you are talking - your good side, and your bad - discussing who has better hair. In your space, I hear four feet walking and there are two more knocking. In case you're wondering, I'm still on your side.
As she embraces all of me, I want her only to need me. It doesn't matter what I tell her, because she changes her mind before she speaks and tends to talk before she thinks, but how I love her.
I know there's truth for you somewhere, if I were wise I'd take you there, but I'm not, at least not yet. So I'll be watching you instead, in your room, in your room.
In your room, I can wander around forever and I recognize the color of the walls that we painted. In your chair, that I broke because I was careless, I can sit and watch you dance around.
My words are spoken, I am on your side.
My words are spoken, I am on your side.
In your room, in your room.