I love the way the colors smell
in the morning drenched with dew.
I hear the red birds song.
It's like I'm listening to you,
and you're telling me that every thing's okay,
and there's no need to worry,
because I'm going to find my way
someday.

Sometimes the sound my sorrow makes
is jagged cold upon my skin,
because I miss you and the time it takes
to return
from the dark place where I've been.

blows my patience all to hell
but only time will tell.

Yet nothing grows above you,
on that little spot of ground
where all my countless selfish tear drops fell.

You're memory still
won't shake this chill.

I taste the front door view we shared
even in the rain
It reminds me of your kisses
but the feeling's not the same.

Now I love that sharp pain on the right
that often wakes me up at night,
and reminds me
I might see you real soon
and then
we can make love on the moon.

Sometimes out here in the world
I have to shake you off
and bite my lip.
I can't let them see my soul unfurled
when you touch me on the inside
and I almost lose my grip.

I thought I heard you laugh last night
just before you let me fall asleep.
Pretty soon,you'll know that I can keep
all the promises I've made,
about the best plans that we've laid.
Oh baby I can't wait

but I still love the way the colors smell
in the morning drenched with dew
and when I hear the Redbirds song
I feel like I'm listening to you
You tell me everything is going to be okay,

and another day
is just another day.