was it you who spoke the words
that "things would happen but not to me"
well things are gonna happen naturally
and taking your advice
i'm looking on the bright side
and balancing the whole thing
but often times those words
get tangled up in lines
and the bright light turns to night
until the dawn it brings
a little bird who'll sing about the magic
that was you and me
cause you and i both loved what you and i spoke of
and others only read of
others only dream of
the love that i loved
see i'm all about them words
over numbers
unencumbered
numbered words
hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
more words than i had ever heard
and i feel so alive
now you and i,
you and i
not so little you and i anymore
and with this silence brings a moral story
more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy
cos you and i both loved what you and i spoke of
and others just read of
and if you could see me now
well i'm almost finally out of.
i'm finally out of.
cos i'm almost finally.
finally i'm free.
free
and it's okay if you had to go away
just remember the telephone
they're working in both ways
but if i never ever hear it ring
if nothing else i'll think the bells inside
have finally found you someone else
and that's okay
cos i'll remember everything you sang
cos you and i both loved what you and i spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see me now
well i'm almost finally out of.
i'm finally out of
cos i'm almost finally
finally out of words.
