Of Birds

Go there and stay there for good. Go there and hope that it's true. Go there and stay there for good. Go there and hope that it's true. A tree is a tree is a tree and if it's all the same to me, shouldn't I let pass by the difference between the leav

Nobody wants to be alone. The heart beats happy when it has a place. And if it doesn't have a home It can come into my space. So you can be the one I love. I can be the one you long for. You can be the one I want... want. And you can be the one I lov

It's half-hearted and complicating the way they've Imparted, Now isn't the best of all our days. But we've started and now it's too late to say, This uncharted place is too precarious to stay. I'm unknown so, so I keep my head low. It's beneath me, w

Wait for me. You were right. You're absence, it burns too bright. And so it goes Since I'm alone now I'd like to think that we can work this out. Take some time and think it through. You know what I'd like to do. We could take what's good to golden.

What a sensational display. So sentimentally arrayed. Such a theatrical gesture. These specialized effects, they fester. So don't appeal to me parading like a pantomime I mean. It's unfeeling and I'm unwilling; let me be. What if I say please? What i

What's in a name, what's in my sleepy eyes half the time? If you would have asked how I was, I'd have said I'm just fine. I know it's best if I move on; let you swim in the wake of this song. If I could've seen to this end, I'd do it all over again.

I hear the room fill with laughter And then forget everything after. You stand there memorizing. I'm here, barely breathing. There's something I should have said but I laughed along instead. You know what you want but you get what you said that you k

Wasn't quite sure before, but now I'm believing. I know there were necessary things about you leaving. Maybe I knew right well how I was on about it. Twice over and again I learned to doubt it. And I'm sorry. I blew it. I'll never say there ain't not

Some light reading, the last pages, clearer now in certain places. But you're hovering, half empty, and I'm leaving, but you've left me. Please just listen to reason, these aren't chapters, they're seasons. I heard from a friend of a friend of a frie

Love to take minutes like these, minutes of peace, and keep them close. In this light, little to hide, here by my side, and so connected. Surreal ease, leisurely free, hushed and serene, head to toe. Can't say why I'm suddenly shy, humble and mild, a