the birds they sang
the break of day
start again i hear them say
it's so hard to just walk away
the birds they sang
all a choir
start again a little higher
it's a spark in a sea of grey
the sky is blue
dreamed of light til it's true
then taken back the pause shall through
my arms turn wings
oh those clumsy things
send me up to that wonderful world
and then i'm up with the birds
might have to go, where they don't
know my name float all over the world
just to see her again
and i won't, show or fear any pain
a simple thought
but i know one thing
good things are coming our way
a simple thought
but i know one thing
good things are coming our way
