Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me?
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
And taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing...
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights
turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
A little bird who'll sing about the magic that was
you and me
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And the others just read of
Others only dream of
the love that I love
See I'm all about them words
Over numbers
unencumbered
numbered words
Hundreds of pages
pages
pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
Now you and I
you and I
Not so little you and I
anymore
And with this silence brings a moral story
more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy
cause you and I both loved
what you and I spoke of
and others just read of
and if you could see now
well I'm almost finally out of, finally out of, finally. . and I'm almost finally, finally out of words
and it's okay if you have go away
just remember the telephone works both ways
and if I never ever hear it ring
if nothing else I'll think the bells inside
have finally found you someone else and that's okay
cause I'll remember everything you sang
you and I both loved
what you and I spoke of
and others just read of
and if you could see now
well I'm almost finally out of, finally out of, finally. . and I'm almost finally, finally out of words
