I’ve got a leaky window, d-dripping on my toes
When the wind blows softly, it comes and then it goes
D-drip d-drip drip drip upon my tiny feet
D-drip d-drip drip dripping, dripping always - for a week.
I’d like to know the feeling
I’d like to let it grow
I’d like to let it take me
where only certain others go
I’d like to fill it to the brim
and let it all spill out
I’d like to set it on fire
and never put the poor thing out
I just found a book of rhymes and songs and poems and quotes I used to scribble down that I thought I’d lost.