And your night light is a star, or a firefly
Open the window slightly
To this galaxy of yours
Our world is basking in TV light
Silence is black, the room is bright
Dropping by I open a window as the breeze blows in
We are laid out on the floor
In paper piles laid on the floor
And all of their echoes left us singing
And I push my paintbrush lightly
Open the window slightly
And fill in any empty nail holes
And when I leave I close the door
Open the window slightly
Colored tassels tied in knots
And pick up paper off the floor
With all of your heroes waiting
A music box ballet for us
Open the window slightly
Of this galaxy of yours
The world is wrapped in a paper sack
A dresser top, a jewelry box
And fill in any empty nail holes
Open the window slightly
And fill in any empty nail holes
A black bead rosary under her pillow
Wondering if you think that it's the sky
With all of your heroes waiting
And she hears silence is white and sound is black
And when it thunders she clutches it tightly
And a porcelain girl danced
And I hold my paintbrush tightly
In paper piles laid on the floor
The curtains are butterflies
And I push my paintbrush lightly
That leads my gaze up to the ceiling
And we hear the church bells ring out on a hill
