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?