I am looking out a window
down a road that leads to sea
past fields along the horizon
there’s a bird upon a tree
where eye can’t see behind leaves
where a branch holds the strong
I can’t hear, but I believe
there’s a wing and there’s a song

I’m looking out over meadows
across hills, beyond the blue
where the willow casts her shadow
where my lady is out of view
bathing by a bay on an ocean
tending to her tail and fin
She’s humming, pouring lotion
and in my heart I hear her sing

You went straight for the heart
without learning how to hold my hand

Your crooked smile and sinister lips
make it hard for me to fix this kiss

People with big hearts
are often bleeding on the floor
when found

‘Beautiful’ is so big
it often weighs them down.

People like you and I
should help carry beautiful hearts
around

hold them over our shoulder
and let the beautiful abound

Soon enough people will see
you’re  bleeding ‘Beautiful’

and help you too
off the ground