Open de Regina Spektor

I am,
Down the road and up the hill,
I wait for you still,
Wires 'round my fingers.

Potentially lovely,
Perpetually human,
Suspended and open,
Open, Open.

I am through the woods and past the trains,
I wait here in vain,
Scrubbing out the stains again.

Potentially lovely,
Perpetually human,
Suspended and open,
Open, Open.

In a night the snow starts falling,
And everybody stares,
Through their windows at the streetlights,
Too beautiful to see.

I am,
In a room I've built myself,
Four stray walls,
One floor,
One ceiling,
And day after day I wake up feeling,
And day after day I wake up feeling, feeling...

Potentially lovely,
Perpetually human,
Suspended and open,
Open, Open...

Open up your eyes and then...