A basket full of fingers but I still need yours 
A stirring world of eyes can't fill unfixed glares 
I'm on the shelf undusted and leaning 
Instead of on your pillow 
A forgotten stage and I'm leaning, I'm leaning! 

I'm hoping you're tripping over me over there 
I'm watching you from across the room 
I'm hoping you're tripping over me under there 
O' hear me under there 

Under there I wish you'd talk 
Tell me if it's all my fault 
Unconsciously while you're sleeping 
Oh and something else is creeping 

I'm wishing to be like the pictures 
All my dreams are to be like we were 

I'm hoping you're tripping over me back there 
I'm watching as I'm riding away 
I'm hoping you're tripping over me somewhere 
Sometime, sometime 

I'm hoping you're tripping over me in there 
Cause I'm slower to loose the last insides 
I'm hoping you're tripping over me up there 
Up there 
Cause I – I'm Here