I would have showed you the world as it was in my dreams.
I would have dropped everything.
And for those nights when we wept for the moon,
I would have died for the spring.
I found myself at the roots of the elms,
Singing songs to the birds and wishing this day would never end.
But it did.
These dreams came cascading down in a stream of fond memories and lost hope,
And at the end of it all.
At the end of it all is only a teardrop to remember you by.
A keepsake from the birds,
An elegy for what we could have shared.
These words will last forever;
I'll dream our memories away just to make you feel something for me again.
These words will last forever;
I'll dream our memories away just to make you hurt.
Just to make you feel my pain.

ERAH...

There is a warmth from the earth,
And the touch of my fingertips are like droplets,
Making ripples on the surface.

I cherish the moment my heart sank to the floor of the ocean.
I cherish the moment my heart sank to the floor of the ocean.
We could have been so much more,
We could have laughed, and cried,
And dreamed our nights away.

So much more,
So much more.

I'll keep singing songs to the birds until you return, (until you return)
And for every time I lost myself

There is a warmth from the earth,
And the touch of my fingertips are like droplets,
Making ripples on the surface.

At the end of it all is only a teardrop to remember you by.
A keepsake from the birds,
An elegy for what we could have shared.

These words will last forever;
I'll dream our memories away just to make you feel something for me again.
These words will last forever;
I'll dream our memories away just to make you hurt.
Just to make you feel my pain.