i’m going to tell the whole story this time
i’m going to lay all my troubles out
along the dotted line
i won’t waste the things i’m given
i won’t waste whatever’s mine
or any more of your time

the kindness that you will extend to me
the mercy of your wings conceals the
bones that you can’t see
did you say that there was room for me
in the stories of your dreams
in the songs you sing to me?

I was running
you were crying
“there’s nothing left for us to do but part”
we were talking
you were singing
a song about the space between our hearts
There’s a bird that nests between the crooked parts
two beating wings that flutter fast and sharp
a song about the space between our hearts

There is time that was and time will be
there are words that i have written
In the spaces you can’t see
i have nothing more to offer
than a reason to believe
no more that i can be

there are things i’ve said and said again
you can trace them down the lines
back to the mouths where they begin
did you mean to open up the door
and invite me safely in
into your heart again?

I was running
you were crying
“there’s nothing left for us to do but part”
we were talking
you were singing
a song about the space between our hearts
There’s a bird that nests between the crooked parts
two beating wings that flutter fast and sharp
a song about the space between our hearts

i’m going to tell the whole story this time
from the earliest beginnings
to the last undotted line
i won’t waste a single word
i won’t waste whatever’s mine
i won’t make those mistakes
this time