i'm just a dreamer but i'm hanging on
though i am nothing big to offer
i watch the birds, how they dive in then gone
it's like nothing in this world's ever still
and i'm just a shadow of your thoughts in me
but the sun is setting, shadows growing
a long cast figure will turn into night
it's like nothing in this world ever sleeps
oh sometimes the blues is just a passing bird
and why can't that always be
tossing aside from your birches crown
just enough dark to see
how you're the light over me
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