Over My Head — Red House Painters

some odd door some blooming tree senseless and awkward feeling hard uneased sleep in rooms where people leave dry of gentleness of life of breeze

sometimes you get so alone without a friend it's hard to know who you are and to pretend

little lights reaching over my head shiny sinks to let myself out in and you won't call to say it's all right 'cause you know it lasts all night

you know you should be at home where it's good to be tired under a roof that you know that we're inside

some odd door off-white painted sills faded pictures gathered round me still and i know what you face in the night and i know you'll be alright