The birds are the keepers of our secret.
As they saw us where we lay,
In the deepest grass of springtime.
In a reckless guilty haze.
And they wove a sweet indifference,
And it settled on our skin,
Till the eyes that I remembered
For the last time drew me in.
The birds, though I wore your glacial patience,
To a smudge of bitter dust,
On the last day you embraced me
With a glistening sapling trust
Did they sing a million blessings?
As they watched us slowly part?
Do they keep those final kisses?
In their tiny racing hearts?
What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside, looking back is for the birds.
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