Bird Love Song
Chirping is so difficult
Pretending you don't know a thing
Ever since I first saw it,
I've been noticing, one way or another
Turned to ash, emptied out,
an imitation, which just gets smoothed over.
Every time we come near, we grow distant,
paradoxically...
So, let me hear your real voice.
The things most important to me...
well, just what are they?
The things most important to me...
is it that they're changing every time?
A preserved world to explore...
Words don't mean anything anymore.
Every time we go afar, we come closer
What we're playing is a bird love song...
Courtship.
You follow her,
I follow you,
she follows you too...
...Am I not there?
Riding on the wind, laying myself bare,
I've overflowed, look at me however you want.
When we do that,
with our words powerless,
again we hum...
a bird love song.