I can't ever remember the things i want to say When I get my head straight but the room is empty. It's been that way for hours; Guess the house is quiet for the night. I can't see the pretty things That hang in your room, Above your head, Where you sleep. What do you hear in the dark? Glass breaks; nobody hears it. Fell so slowly, Just like wind snapping branches of the trees in your yard. I can't hear a thing now, The stars are shining much too loud at night. Words stay stuck in my mouth like a stain from red wine. You laugh over and over at all my useless phrases. I can't see the pretty things that hang in your room, Above your head, Where you sleep. What do you see?