sarah sitting in her house      painting each nail like it's a watercolor      all day i sit here waiting      for my fastidious flower      look here at her table      her life is filled with perfect pictures      reds and blues      in the upstairs room      but i'm far too shy to try them too      tossed and turned all night long      and in the morning my mind's as good as gone      she is filling up my head with song      but she won't tell the words      so i can't sing along