Woorden: Tori Amos. For Mark (live).

Hmm... She needs to sleep like the ocean,
She needs to dream like that boy down in stratum.
Don't know where he's about, but I'm sure he knows one-armed sports.
I need to be in this body, I need to breathe, I need...
No need but one, and it's gonna be...
Here like it never was, like it never was...
He's got girls on his fingers- little doe-eyes,
Making ringers ring off the phone.
Tell her you know what she's been thinking,
'Cause I need only one, only one sugar plum,
I said you... are gonna see...
I'm ready to be just with the one...
With the blue, blue notions, emotions.