we are alone sometimes

love is a lying puddle on the roof
where you laid me bare and lifted me high
and we sat alone and talked some more
of course, inside your mind

across the ocean and in the sky
you'll search for meaning and you'll ask me why
but we're so damn set on the sun
and it's all inside your mind.

fling me open and tear me apart,
because the storm is raining but it's just too dry
i'll be a bowl and i'll speak my fill
but it's all inside your mind.