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
‘Til 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 fi nal 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