You had the perspective
Of someone who lost their way
I thought I could keep you
Somewhere safe
Is Christmas the same as
Your childhood scene
There's nothing quite like
Your mother's scent
Your perfume is ancient
Your bathroom's blue
The crease in your eyelids
Is brand new
And you had a baby
And named her Blue
She looks like
Her Father's Father too
Can I come to your house in '92?
I think I might find
What I should do