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

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...