Big, round eyes Like a child, with a magic to match Show a shoulder, naked skin on the side Like a crack in a door on a latch Hot little hints Toe a line between sexy and sick What's the deal? How much to feel? Will you think of me differently? Drawing the blinds, thinking of you Poor lonely mind, it's getting confused Will you ever lie next to me in the bed that I dream of us in? Rewire a dread, this whirring machine If you can't cool it down, steam is still steam Will you ever know of this image of you that can soothe me to sleep? What in the world do we have at a quarter to four? Such a still, but so real Disconnected, but beautifully raw So ask me again In a suit and a tie, with a drink Then find out right in half light And you'll think of me (think of me), differently (differently) Drawing the blinds, thinking of you (thinking of you) Poor lonely mind, it's getting confused Will you ever lie next to me in the bed that I dream of us in? (In the bed that I dream of us in?) Rewire a dread, this whirring machine (rewire) If you can't cool it down, steam is still steam (steam is still steam) Will you ever know of this image of you That can soothe me to sleep? (Hmm)