with balloons tied loose around your neck i can t help but wait with baited breath with an eye for your madness or a glimpse of your sadness to be unveiled while i m here i ll make it crystal clear it s all these people who keep forgetting as the vultures circled overhead you could tell i was on my last legs it s all these people they re making me wish i wasn t here see the eye of the storm dig deep and pretend there s nothing wrong it s all these people who are making me wish i wasn t there while i m here i ll make it crystal clear it s all these people who keep forgetting you re worried i hope they know your name if you d be my pear then i ll be your tree so delicately balanced on top of me if you d be the lighthouse then i ll be the road if you d be the timezone then i ll be the globe if you d be the train then i ll be the track each solo journey takes longer than the last if you ll be the windows i ll be the door my body clock s been messed up and i m rotten to the core if you d be my pear then i d be your tree so delicately balanced on top of me if you d be the lighthouse then i ll be the road if you d be the timezone then i ll be the globe if you d be my pear then i ll be your tree so delicately balanced on top of me