Pear Tree

With balloons tied loose around your neck

I can't help but wait with baited breath

With an eye for your madness

Or a glimpse of your sadness to be unveiled

While I'm here

I'll make it crystal clear

It's all these people

Who keep forgetting

As the vultures circled overhead

You could tell I was on my last legs

It's all these people

They're making me wish I wasn't here

See the eye of the storm

Dig deep and pretend there's nothing wrong

It's all these people

Who are making me wish I wasn't there

While I'm here

I'll make it crystal clear

It's all these people

Who keep forgetting

You're worried

I hope they know your name

If you'd be my pear

Then I'll be your tree

So delicately balanced

On top of me

If you'd be the lighthouse

Then I'll be the rocks

If you'd be the timezone

Then I'll be the clock

If you'd be the train

Then I'll be the track

Each solitary journey

Is longer than the last

If you'll be the windows

I'll be the door

My body clock's been messed up

And I'm rotten to the core

If you'd be my pear

Then I'd be your tree

So delicately balanced

On top of me

If you'd be the lighthouse

Then I'll be the rocks

If you'd be the timezone

Then I'll be the clock

If you'd be my pear

Then I'll be your tree

So delicately balanced

On top of me