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 [x4] 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