I picture you on the couch
In the noonday sun
Dust in the air in the beams of light
And you tell me you're leaving
We weren't sure what to say
Kept looking at each other and looking away
Both of us uncomfortable but wanting to stay
Wanting to say something
I'm gonna just feed the birds
Let them be my winter flowers
Let them talk to me for hours
Let it all fall away
There will never come a day
When I think the same way you do
That's alright with me
Is that all right with you
Only the wounded
Part of you chooses me
I need to wake up and choose me
I'm gonna just feed the birds
Let them be my winter flowers
Let them talk to me for hours
Let it all fall away
Let it all break me open
Let it all be unspoken
Let it all find a way
I'm gonna just feed the birds
Let them be my winter flowers
Let them talk to me for hours
Let it all fall away
Let it all break me open
Let it all be unspoken
Let it all find a way