Collide

I'm just the wind that moves your hair

You move the clouds yourself

And I'm the lint that sticks onto your shirt

You're the one who picks me out

And even though I can no longer see the stars at night

I'll travel above the atmosphere to see your light

Scrape my knees, trying to see where our planets will collide

It's tiring, climbing trees, trying to reach for you into the night

Hello, is this Ivy League? Um, I think you have the wrong number

I'm just the jar you keep on your desk

And you're the painting on the wall