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

cause 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

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 someone else 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