I do believe that I'm going to sleep

So don't make a din

Cause I'll be dreaming

That a wind welled up and took my eye out

And the storm took the roof with it

I do believe that I want you around

We make our sounds

We make them out loud

But from a window sill I could be lost to you

From a branch you could be lost to me

Staring at the ceiling and how

Trying to keep my feet on the ground

But I do believe that I'm dreaming aloud

When you're around

When we're about town

But from a window sill I could be lost to you

From a branch you could be lost to me