In dreams I forget
That I cross to someplace
And shake off what I know
I breathe you in
(Oohh) They're playing our song
. .
These days I'm hard-pressed
In some personal things
To become the shape in your doorway
To bury you under the boards with the rest (rats?)
(Oohh) They're playing our song
. .
Run rabbit!
Run, run, Run rabbit run!
I keep missing you