Tori Amos
Here In My Head
In my head I found you there
And running around and following me
But you don't, oh, dare, now.
But I find that I have, now, more
Then I ever wanted too
So maybe Thomas Jefferson wasn't born
In your backyard like you have said and
Maybe I'm just the horizon you run to when she had left
You there, you, all here in my head and
Running around and calling me come back
I'll show you the roses and brush off the snow and
Open their petals again and again and you know that
Apple green ice cream can melt in your hands I can't so...
I, I held your hand at the fair and
Even forgot what time it was
And even Thomas Jefferson wasn't born
In your backyard like you have said and
Maybe I'm just the horizon you run to
When she has left you and me here alone on the floor,
You're counting my feathers as the bells toll
You see the bow and the belt and the girl from the south all
Fav'rite of mine you know them all well
And spring brings fresh little puddles that makes it all clear
makes it all...
Hey, do you know, hey, do you know, what this is doing to me?
Here in my head.
