Hospital

My backyard's filled with nothing less
 Than Paisley eyes
 And rusted specks
 A genuine filter
 Times of silence chimes
 And weather mines your pieces here
 It is so deep
 Like crayon-covered paper sheets
 It rhymes with love
 It's blindly heeded
 Knows no other home but me
 It's you and it's you
 So grab your sweater
 And I'll grab my fleece
 And you'll grab your cap and shoes
 And we'll leave
 And maybe that's what she needs to hear
 Maybe that's what she needs
 This polished room of butterflies
 They're cold and wet
 Not ever dried
 These windows in this creepy place
 Have carved out
 Future tragic shapes
 Our tearful thoughts and hopeless times
 It knows no other face so blind
 It whispers deep, till I can't sleep
 This room, it begs for you to keep
 But you, but you
 You grab your sweater
 And I'll grab my fleece
 And you'll grab your cap and shoes
 And we'll leave
 And maybe that's what she needs to hear
 Maybe that's what she needs
 Don't fall asleep
 I'll grab my scarf, my coat, my keys
 Don't fall asleep
 And I'll grab my scarf, my coat, my keys
 And no, no, no
 Don't fall asleep
 I'll grab my scarf, my coat, my keys
 Don't fall asleep
 I'll grab my scarf, my coat, my keys
 Maybe that's what she needs to hear
 Maybe that's what she needs