There is a man
In my computer
He lives between a billion worlds
He's making bottles
That are filled with pictures
And he is sending them to me
A thousand bottles a day
He made a fox
Fishing a necktie
And there she was
With wings to fly
And up above
His moon is shining
His boring moon dawns on me
A thousand bottles a day
He sent a bird
Made out of living
All busy days
And quiet nights
At night, he calls
For love and laughter
And he is calling for me
A thousand bottles a day
I bring my shoes
To my computer
And I will walk
Up to his door
And if he opens it
I’ll give him bottles
And I will fill them up
With love
A thousand bottles a day