You sit there upon my shelf, watching over me.
There you gaze upon my life. What is it you see?
Do you see me die at night? Do you understand why?
Do you know its cause my heart was blown across the sky?
Do you know you give me hope; your friendship is my light?
Do you know it's you I see, when I can’t sleep at night?
There you sit upon my shelf, perfect place to see,
Forever being who you are, watching over me. |
