i see you under there behind your hair everywhere i see you i see you turned on eyes can t tell lies empathise i see you warm sliding sun through the cave of your hair wind washing fields kind of space living there i see you i know you met before seventh floor first world war i know you who lives there tell old fair i m aware that she cares who lives there green specks bright spiralling out in the sky catch my mind turn my head have to look don t know why who lives there we thought talked for a while they just smile just a silent thought talk i see you sun is there behind your hair everywhere i see you i see you