She wraps her letters up with finger nails
And reads them only to herself
She hangs her walls with bits of cellophane
What a perfect day

And as she sleeps beneath her sheets
Made up like canopies against the wind,
She holds her plastic boxes through the night
Never see the light

These are the things that I know

She creeps outside to watch the trains go by
And rides her bike out in the rain
I saw her once and thought that she might smile
So I'll wait a while

These are the things that I know

The winter came and passed away
She tried to speak but nothing came out right
And then she sent her letters far away
They arrived today

These are the things that I know
These are the things that I know
These are the things that I know
But these things are mine to hide
In a place that I'll
Never find