I want to walk through all your open doorways
I want to drink down all your cheap wine
I want to answer the door
When your old man calls
I want to tell him that you're doing all right
I want to erase all doubt
Want to stand naked before the sun
I want to lay down beside you
When the working day is done
Through your open window
My paper airplane flies
People say I lost my footing
They should look into your eyes
From the second floor I can see into your house
Don't need a telescope to know what you're about
Just like a love letter tucked under a wing
Just like your naked truth gives light to everything
Up here in the thermals, drifting like a hawk
Carried on the wind or blown away like chalk
Such a tiny craft, paper clip on nose
I could stare at you for hours
But your blinds are closed