With balloons tied loose around your neck I can't help but wait with baited breath With an eye for your madness Or a glimpse of your sadness to be unveiled While I'm here I'll make it crystal clear It's all these people Who keep forgetting As the vultures circled overhead You could tell I was on my last legs It's all these people They're making me wish I wasn't here See the eye of the storm Dig deep and pretend there's nothing wrong It's all these people Who are making me wish I wasn't there While I'm here I'll make it crystal clear It's all these people Who keep forgetting Your . Hope you know your name If you'd be my pear Then I'll be your tree So delicately balanced On top of me If you'd be the lighthouse Then I'll be the road If you'd be the timezone Then I'll be the globe If you'd be the . Then I'll be the . Beats on the drum . Walking on the line If you'll be the window I'll be the door . . If you'd be my . Then I'd be your . So . . If you'd be the lighthouse Then I'll be the road If you'd be the timezone Then I'll be the globe If you'd be my pear Then I'll be your tree So delicately balanced On top of me