Denken, denken, denken. Haar bij me voelen alsof ze me roept om terug te komen... maar ik moet sterk zijn. Zij ging... en ik niet dus ben haar niets verplicht. Ik ben er niet alleen om naar terug te keren als je je alleen voelt, of als het met een ander niets wordt... en toch, je roept me en ik wil je horen, maar sluit mijn oren... :

'Maybe I'm just the horizon you run to when she had left you there, you, all here in my head and running around and calling me..' Come back.

Here I am - Tori Amos

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 then 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 had left you there, you,
All here in my head and
Running around and calling me
Come back
I'll show you the roses and 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, 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 favourites 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
Hey, do you know
What this is doing to me?
Here
Here
Here
Here in my head