The distance outside of view comes into focus,
Collapses away lovingly
And hands to the glass and eyes to sky and
Glued to the south she waits to see
She's looking for birds she met last fall
Who said they would come back different than all
She's waiting for six who know about sound
Who promised to come back upside down
And I like your raindrop collector
Splashed in my eyes and makes everything else look like you
So hand me the glasses and teach me to use them
Show me the window, I want to look too
I'll take the glasses and cover for you
You get some sleep and i'll stay til two
I'm looking for six who know about sound
Who promised to come back upside down
And she's got colors to spare and I don't care what they choose
Cause i've got nothing to do, and nothing like you left to lose
Writer(s): Matt Talbott, Tim Lash, Jeffery Dimpsey, Bryan St. Pere
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