I drew the story of two flying birds
Discussing power of a sound they heard
Four singers perched upon the old boardwalk
In the morning, In the crisp dream fog
The notes will fade away over the crashing waves
The sun flares bounce off of the designer shades
Remember how the late nights on the rooftop felt
Sing your song. For them you know I always will.
My room gets so full of this dust sometimes it's hard to breath
Why I leave the window open here is still mystery to me
Often I still find tiny piles underneath old things
and when the wind comes in and blows it 'round it's frightening to see
The faces play with me their nightly floating games
But throughout days and days I try to write the ways
"I believe you" In my own way
But still I wait, I wait to hear them say,
"Hush, You know all they want is love"