i wish i could tell you world, my friends, you sweet birds just what i mean
but saying it carries it away
how i want to hear your soul sing it-does-not-matter-what
when you're drowning in those what-ifs and something-more-i-could-have-dones
when you ask me for reasons for my love
as if it would be empty without an explanation
i don't care where i live or sleep
i don't care what i do or eat
all i want is to hear your whistling
as the world turns by your presence
but who believes like this anymore
the child's wings clipped from our beds
so here's a song from the lips:
there's no way to get it wrong
when your heart beats like that
you know what she means
i can tell by how you shed tears like that
the truth is when i'm scared of you
this is why
this is why
the gifts sound like promises
but they're already delivered
if you'll believe without reasons why
i wish i could tell you world, my friends
you sweet birds just what i mean
but saying it carries it away
cause looking back is poverty
the heart knows truth like scalding tea
so please sip me properly
