These thoughts of you they are a gift
The smell of you on the winds due shift
Behind a chosen curtain I'm $$#et adrift

The talk of you still on my lips

You come from another place in my chest

Golden brown wooden burled
Till we have faces in this world
And if I hear an do not do

How can I look after you

Every white bird at the top of your voice

This day tears watch me run
She never grows faint in the try
Distant and blurred to my swing eye


These thoughts of you are the dreams and I've missed them
The touch of you I hear...I hear

Oh yes it's so you in an always way
Bound the woven hand
Just stay


Every white bird at the top of your voice
This day tears watch me run

She never grows faint in the try
Just distant and blurred to my swing eye


Every white bird at the top of your voice
This day tears watch them run
She never grows faint in the try

Distant and blurred to my swing eye