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Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me? |
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Oh, things are gonna happen naturally |
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Oh, taking your advice and I'm looking on the bright side |
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And balancing the whole thing |
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Oh, but at often times those words get tangled up in lines |
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And the bright light turns to night |
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Oh, until the dawn it brings |
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Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me |
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'Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of |
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And others just read of, others only dream of the love |
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Oh, the love that I love |
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Say it again, say it again |
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See I'm all about them words |
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Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words |
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Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards |
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More words than I had ever heard and I feel so alive |
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'Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of |
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Well, others just read of and if you could see me |
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Oh love, love, you and I, you and I |
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Not so little, you and I anymore |
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And with this silence brings a moral story |
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More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy |
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'Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of |
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Well, others just read of and if you could see me now |
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Well, then I'm almost finally out of, I'm finally out of, finally de de de |
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Well, I'm almost finally, finally, well, I am free, oh that's me |
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And it's okay if you had to go away, oh, just remember the telephone |
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Well, their workin' it both ways |
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But if I never ever hear them ring, if nothing else I'll think the bells inside |
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Finally found you someone else and that's okay |
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'Cause I'll remember everything you sang |
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'Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of |
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Well, others just read of and if you could see me now |
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Well, then I'm almost finally out of, I'm finally out of, finally de de de |
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Well, I'm almost finally, finally out of words |
