Из альбома: Technology Is a Dead Bird
She was feeling faint when the smoke hit
Dizzy with the smell of perfume
Hiding from her family that she missed
Cold and all alone in her room
The bird flew into the window
And he heard the same song in our heads
I often wonder what it would feel like
To be free again
Free again
We were building courses for horses
Make believe with me by your side
She grew up a week before I did
My mother said that it wasn't right
The bird flew into the window
And he heard the same song in our heads
I often wonder what it would feel like
To be free again
Free again
Memories fade
But they bring you back to the good old days
But the good old days will never be the same
I sang a song I wrote for you yesterday
But you didn't hear it
You didn't hear it
Anyway
Anyway, oh
Anyway-ay-ay
Anyway, oh
Anyway
It's just the good
It's just the good old days