I know that I wasn't quite ready before, but I am
Too love-drunk to quite open the door, but then I can
And I looked too far outside and not quite at me
And quite unexpected you came quietly and I'm proving with pencils and pieces of me that I am
You know that I...
A sort of collector
I'll make birds of these things
My songs will be seeds
And my words will be wings
And there's things I hadn't the heart [to pull up]
But I am
And love was this blanket I left in the dryer
And anything held that long catches on fire
And it's gone
Well I'm sorry it's gone
I'm sorry it's gone, I'm sorry it's gone
I said I'm sorry it's gone
But there is a sewing which comes after sleeping
And sometimes there's something that still is worth keeping around
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And that's what I've found
______ (take a look what I've found?)
My words will be wings and
And various things and
I used to have strings
But they're gone
Well god damn 'em, they're gone