Painting pictures in my head as I lay on your chest
Lullabies spilled from your eyes and put me to rest
Baby bird,
I'm only a quiet word
Moving with the wind like the leaves on a tree
I am rooted deep but growing free
And these small steps complete me,
Because with every one I come to closer you
Falling over you again,
Like the raindrops that hit this windowpane
Shall I whisper it again
Walking over eight letters
I've always known how to to spell it better
Baby bird,
You are my last word
The first thought as the sun hits the sky
You,
Have changed the colour in my eyes