Spies

i see you through your little window
like a pot of gold under the rainbow
it's only a matter of sweet time
before i steal all your sunshine
you lead the way and i follow
i'll spend the day in your shadow
it's more than just an obsession
i've come to ask for your blessing
i have been waiting for so long
i have forgotten why i started waiting
i spy from cracks in the alley
from shining sea to the valley
i'll make my bed in your basement
with photographs of your face and
a lock of hair that i borrowed
to make a meal of your sorrow
it's more than just an obsession
i've come to teach you a lesson