Its 11:54 and I want to be on your rooftop. Keep the wooden ladder out, I could climb up before dawn. I could tap, tap on your window, You could pull apart the drapes. Then I could smile at your innocence, And I could see your pretty face. I could wait for you to fall asleep, Then climb in through your ear. And replace the tears and broken hearts, with something beautiful to hear. I would plant in daisies and daffodils, give the butterflies a home. And I could sit and wait for you; So you'd never be alone. I could cover up your eyelids when the bad parts filled the screen. I could tell you that you're lovely, and you'd know just what I mean. I could play you happy music, when the world has let you down. Or I could stop rotation, So the earth won't make a sound. and I'd let you lay back down to sleep, Oh, what a pleasant sight. And all of this could be possible; If you'd leave the ladder up at night.