Tiny Parcels What if I could gather all the souls in the world Leave them wrapped like tiny parcels outside your door Would you let me see the inside of your house I've been waiting here for years I've been knocking on this door for years Not a whisper have I heard with these ears
Are you here or are you gone
What if I could fabricate a love Would you hold me like a china doll Would you pull me from this mess I've fallen in Cos I'd rather be found on your shelf Than the places that I take myself Than the places that I feel like hell Should I tarry and keep waiting here Should I turn around and walk instead