I’m here to sing you songs, in your room I have a corner seat

When you ask me to sing it feels my heart would burst with pride
And I look at your face and tears come to my eyes
All that’s harsh and wrong in my life melts into one sweet song
And my love spreads wings like a glad bird flying over the road

I know you take pleasure in my singing
I know that only when I sing do you hear me
Cause then I touch things I can’t touch

I touch parts of you I can’t really touch

Drunk with the joy of singing 

I forget myself and call you my friend

I’m here to sing you songs 

In your room
I have a corner seat

 In your world
I have no work to do
My life can only break out in songs that have no purpose