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