After winter

Comes another storm

It’s a shiver

It’s a freaking out

Could be real time

Could be wonderful

It’s the future in the maybe world

Let the bird fly

Let it out of here

They just brought it

As an offering

It’s the color of remembering

And the weirdness of forgetting

In the shiver in the freaking out

See the live ones see ‘em taking off

It’s the color of happy endings

In another world beginning

In the could time

In the maybe world

I was thinking i might like it there

In the future i was wondering

How many birds you’re gonna bring me?