Sleeping on Trains, Riding on Bikes

Deep as the sea, Thick as a brick. I want you so much, It makes me sick. Rich as chocolate, Out of touch. Laughter is painful. I miss you soo much. Wave me your arm, Throw me a feeling, You can't right now, You're as high as the ceiling. You've been sleeping on trains, And riding on bikes, Which makes me wonder If you lied about heights.