i can tell
when you want to change the subject
i can see
the flicker in your eye

i can see a brightness
rising over your heart like the sun
your face in every daisy
and a heart in every song

my windpipe itches to be free,
to sit beside the willow
you sing to me your song again,
the grass will be my pillow

i can feel
that you're a little bit uncomfortable
i still want to think
that you felt just a twinge once
for me