I look to the past to see you and me, two young birds both with closed wings

But can't remember

I look to the past to see you and me, in a wide open field at the dawn of day

But can't remember that feel

I can't remember how I felt, when all the feelings I feel are all leaving me

They're all leaving me like a birdnest:

Lonely as I

Dry in the sky

Waving goodbye