Birds and broken chimes.

Teach me a lesson
I'd love to learn
My head's as empty as a shell
It's all filled with birds

I often like to dream I like to often dream
I often like to dream I dream often and I like it
I often like to dream I like to often dream
I often like to dream I dream often and I love it

The birds are red, the birds are blue
I'm part of this ocean, and so are you
This ocean we call thought
Is filled with birds
No time for space, no space for time
Just room for words, and broken chimes
Just room for words and broken chimes

Oh and I had loved you like you did too
I had loved you, sweet love too.
I had dreamed about the days
Where we'd just sit and think all day

I often like to dream I like to often dream
I often like to dream I dream often and I like it
I often like to scream I like to often scream
I often like to dream I dream often, and I like it
Yeah well I like it.

I loved you like I could
Held you tight in my hands
But you slipped through them
Fell out like sand
And sand isn't easy to pick up that well
I grabbed three grains before the wind came
And my heart fell
And my heart fell
And my heart fell
And my heart fell
And my heart fell
And my heart fell
And my heart fell
And my heart fell

The birds are red, the birds are blue
I'm part of this ocean, and so are you
This ocean we call thought
Is filled with birds
No time for space, no time for words
Just loving what I've lost, and losing what I've heard
(What I've heard.)