On silver stars I wish and wish and wish

I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open
and fixes all of life's mistakes
I wanna be the house that you were raised in
the only place that you feel safe
I wanna be your shower in the morning
that wakes you up and makes you clean
I know I'm just the weather against your window
as you sleep through a winter's dream


And if it seems like an accident
A collage of senselessness
You weren't looking hard enough
I wasn't looking hard enough


Till what I want and what I need
Can finally be the same