Round Here/Raining in Baltimore /Private Archipelago - Counting Crows

She made herself out of the blue

Something she never used to do

She found herself involved with a crack in the wall of her bedroom

When her pocketwatch stopped she thought she’d turn the hands backwards

Visualize the speed of a light

And slip back into a vacuum

She lives alone on a private archipelago

With a palm tree and a seashell

Plays in the waves all day;

she’s scared of dying

And she wants to keep it that way

She puts a boat out on the sea

With a little note for me

It says why the girls are so hungry

She says I am everything

She says that I am everything

She says that I am everything and she’s nothing

She’s nothing

She is nothing

Oh, oh, oh, please come home she says

I wanna be with you

Oh, oh I don’t want to be alone

I said I want to be with you now

I, I am everything, you are nothing

I, I am everything, you are nothing

Oh baby, please come home, I don’t want to be alone

I want to be with you now

I am everything, you are nothing.

Nothing