Here, in My Head - Tori Amos

In my head, I found you there

And running around and following me

But you don’t dare

But I find that I have now more than I ever wanted to

So maybe Thomas Jefferson wasn’t born

In your back yard 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 if Thomas Jefferson wasn’t born

In your back yard 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 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

Do you know, hey?

Do you know what this is doing to me?

Here

Here

Here

Here in my head