Come over to my house I'll pour some tea for us one sugar or two Your hand is right in front of me, your finger fragilely, holy on my side Faster than an astronaut who's coming home to what he left long ago I've made this brand new bed for you, I trust the things we do, holy or not Open the gate cause you're already late, at the end of the lane, is a glass of lemona-ade, keep on the path when you hear the laugh, in the white of her Palm is your heart! {I'll be brave for a while I won't bring you down anymore than you are} Please, be my baby, don't mean maybe or not, look out the window, there's a bright yellow cat...