Out of so many things
Gotta determine my type
And what I hold is not a pencil
Of my own
Two windows facing the street
Looking out, hear the birds tweet
It's an eye on the tree it keeps looking back
At me
Sitting there alone is what you think
But there's a whole forest out there
In your box of four walls, it's your house
Please come here more often
Please come here more often
Please come here more often
Begging you to come here more often
Begging you
Here more often, wow
Here more often, wow
Here more often, wow
So many numbers to add
So much to take into account
Must you know that today
You must nothing
Nothing
Do nothing today
It's your time to rest
It's your time to rest
It's your time to rest
It's your time to rest