could you see me there   exposures fill my air   Ice Cream spilling down   onto you chest   On I Saw      from the day I found you   love was so insane   shovels in my hand from   digging for your pain.      could you put me on a   Birthday through my window   climb through   I’ll hold your pants tight   hands follow   More to Come (come)      In my room there is a   Footlights to my Atlas.   take hold,   I’m flying flying,   take hold,   and More to Follow      soon . . .   I have found my way back home   I am on me way back . . .