If I could look beyond your face
And photograph your head in place,
Would I find you smiling in the picture?
And I don´t know what you want,
Because you don´t know,
So what´s the point of asking?

And you´re almost happy,
almost content,
But your head hurts.

Far too many ways to go.
We learn so much but never know
Where to look or when we should stop looking.

I can love the whole of you.
The poetry I stole from you will
And hide inside my stomach.

You´re almost happy,
almost content,
But your head hurts.

It´s easy to get lost in you.
Fall asleep inside of you.
I want to return to you.
A reason to be here.
A reason to be here.

No, I don´t know what you want,
Cause you don´t know,
So what´s the point of asking?

And you´re almost happy, almost content,
But your head hurts.

And you´re almost happy, almost content,
But your head hurts.