We are birds we Ran from the water And birds we take off Over the ocean We fly in flock sometimes Fly in a v But we can fly solo I can tell you no And a sea fly lands on the edge of your footprint I'm closer to things on the ground There were flowers like lace All covering paths, like the ones leading up to your door They were always there blooming and spreading Well how come I have never seen them before? They grow in a garden or a wild field They're bright and their yellow Oh, you know You sung through all of my sorrows The closest that I could have found Now I have floated down
From the top of my tears, and I'm closer to things on the ground And most of this room is empty And the furniture that is left is rearranged 'and I can't play you my old songs,' you said 'my hand writing has changed.' The sofas are worn in And the foot stools are gone The lights set the room a glow And taking someone for granted sometimes One voice in is more than a sound It's like hitting myself in the face Now I'm closer to things on the ground We are birds we Ran from the water And birds we take off Over the ocean And we fly We fly We fly