After the story telling and such it shines on and on
Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally And taking your advice
I'm looking on the bright side And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines And the bright lights turn to night Until the dawn it brings
A little bird who'll sing about the magic that was you and me

Cause you and I both loved What you and I spoke of
What you and I spoke of Others only dream of the love that I love
See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive

Now you and I, you and I Not so little you and I anymore
And with this silence brings a moral story more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy
you and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just read of and if you could see now well I'm already finally out of and it's okay if you have go away just remember the telephone works both ways and if I never ever hear it ring if nothing else I'll think the bells inside have finally found you and that's okay cause I'll remember everything you sang

you and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just read of and if you could see now well I'm already finally out of words.


Stupified @ 10:59 PM