Cars go by in the corner of my eye
Which concentrates on curtains of polka dots
And rain drops dripping
Like white spots
Off the roof
Like crumbs of sugar off my tooth
From here on
All I hear is your song
Time ticks away while you play
Till gone is day
And everything you are
Is what I want to be
And everything you're not
Is what of I want to rid me
Until we became the same
We'd be sewn together
But it'd set me free
One and two are three
Are we
We live on different pages
But joined by the binding seam
Smudge the lines between
Until we live our Siamese Dream
