She would be everything that I see when I go to sleep on a Tuesday And it would seem that I want to be everything I've neglected of late Just what it's like to drink and read And find yourself sixty-five stories above the city Telescope that she wrote to see past the brick and smoke Invisible I seem to be And if you told me what it's like for someone else to hold your eye My response should be forgiven Cause when she leaves and I can't see The pain in my chest is crippling I've found that in fact my heart works