The Bird

Softly, I hover on you
Thought we'd reached the sun
But we tried to preserve
What we knew of love

Collect the colors of your heart
And take them to the end
What you dream of
In desperation I hear you gently sing

Spirits, please
The rain will you return to us
From the holy mountain?
Someone please
I cannot bear this weight, don't take him away

Up in the clouds, oblivion sounds
Whatever way you go
It's not right if it's not with me

From the еarth, we're grounded to
All thе way up to the blue
I know I'll see your face again
In truth, you'll never leave

Collect the colors of your heart
And take them to the end
I can hear the way
You whisper quiet as you fade away into my words