The street, the village green, the sleeping bakery dreams with subway steam beneath the balcony. Let's flood the streets with chemistry all around this town. I have been the moon tonight revolving around a planet I don't even know if I can ever return to. I broke all these roses for you and I dropped your ring down the kitchen sink so I wrote up this note just for you, it's an apology in invisible ink. Let's flood the streets with chemistry all around this town. I have been the moon but I'd trade the quiet sky for a hungry cry that I'd have no reply to ever return to you. I leave clues where nobody sees, secret thoughts on secret streets. Dead balloons and a pair of wings. I have been an ocean tide a sailor's goodbye whisper in the night like a buoy, like a buoy floats.