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 than I ever wanted to

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 has left you there,
you, are here in my head and running around and calling me
"Come back I'll show you the roses that 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 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 favorites 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 what this is doing to me?
Oh, here...
Here...
Here. In my head

- Tori Amos - Here. In My Head.