I know that I wasn't quite ready before
But I am
Too love drunk to quite open the door
But I can
And I looked too far outside and not quite at me
And quite unexpected you came quietly
And I'm proving with pencils and pieces of me
That I am
You know that I

A sort of collector
I'll make birds of these things
My says will be seeds
And my words will be wings
And there's things
I hadn't the heart
But I am
And love is this blanket I left in the dryer
And anything held that long catches on fire
And it's gone
I'm sorry it's gone
I'm sorry it's gone
I'm sorry it's gone
I said I'm sorry it's gone

But there is a sewing which comes after sleeping
And sometimes theres something that still is worth keeping around
But there is a sewing which comes after sleeping
And sometimes theres something that still is worth keeping around
But there is a sewing which comes after sleeping
And sometimes theres something that still is worth keeping around

Oh and I said there is a sewing which comes after sleeping
And sometimes theres something that still is worth keeping around
And that's what I've found
I have what I've found
I have what I've found
I have what I've found

My words will be wings and
And various things and
I used to have strings
But they're gone
God damn they're gone