Walked out of bed with a sweater halfway on Haven't read your books yet but I know your pale mouthed smile Windy branches on silver sky looked so good Went out with my suitcase rolling, for maybe a mile Even birds moving on the white sky Didn't know if I should stay with some more or should I go They looked like my hair with your hair in a mess on the sheets But branches didn't know how long I should stay with you or go Your aqua eyes ask But no signs come now Black birds turning round don't say a word Tender sometimes you gather me like the market brings the town Your bright eyes use the word "forever" But even Samsonite won't say how long i'll love you now Your aqua eyes are the only things talking Still I'm asking "should I stay here some more, or go" I'm asking the morning and branches and birds That are moving and rolling in the wind sweater halfway on Thinking "no, no, no, no..." Your aqua eyes ask But no signs come now No signs come, they don't come, they don't come No signs, no signs come They don't come, they don't come...