Open

I am

Down the road and up the hill

I wait for you still

Wires 'round my fingers

Potentially lovely

Perpetually human

Suspended and open

I am

Through the woods and past the trains

I wait here in vain

Scrubbing out the stains again

Potentially lovely

Perpetually human

Suspended and open

In a night the snow starts falling

And everybody stares

Through their windows at the streetlights

Too beautiful to see

I am

In a room I've built myself

Four straight walls

One floor

One ceiling

And day after day I wake up feeling

Day after day I wake up feeling feeling

Potentially lovely

Perpetually human

Suspended and open

Your eyes

And then