In my head I found you there

And running around and following me

But you don't, oh, dare, now

But I find that I have, now

More then I ever wanted to So maybe Thomas Jefferson

Wasn't born in your backyard

Like you have said and maybe

I'm just the horizon you run to

When she had left you there You are here in my head

And running around and calling me

"Come back, I'll show you the roses

That brush off the snow

And open their petals again and again" And you know that apple green ice-cream

Can melt in your hands, I can't, so I held your hand at the fair

And even forgot what time it was

And even Thomas Jefferson

Wasn't born in your backyard

Like you have said And maybe I'm just the horizon you run to

When she has left you

And me here alone on the floor

You're counting my feathers as the bells toll You see the bow and the belt

And the girl from the south, all favorites of mine

You know them all well

And spring brings fresh little puddles that

Makes it all clear, makes it all Hey, do you know? Hey, do you know?

What this is doing to me?

Oh, here, here, here in my head