Veda Hille - And Birds

Behind you
Sky came blue
And birds
Behind me
Made love to you
Words
Words

Behind you
Sky came blue
And birds
Behind me, behind my head
A moth, a moth
Words
Words
I write
You down
I write you
Into perfect sounds
I write on
To write you in
But words just kill remembering

Ah, ah Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah

Behind you
Sky came blue
Sky came birds
Behind me
Moth
Made love to you
Made love
Made love
Made words
Made words
Words
Words