Monday, July 9, 2007

A Bird Flies By

Title from Port O'Brien (MySpace)

A bird flies by my window
very early every day.
When you wake up, I know
exactly what you'll say:

"I've been dreaming of you
and your smile and your hair,
how they glisten like dew
through the morning's chilly air."

And I've been dreaming of you
and the ninth date that we had.
I misplaced my left shoe
in back of a yellow cab,

so you carried me to your room
and I slept wrapped up in you.
And in the morning when we came to,
I stayed wrapped up in you.

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