Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me?
Oh things are gonna happen naturally.
Oh taking your advice and I'm looking on the bright side and balancing out the whole thing.
Oh but at often times those words get tangled up in lines.
And the bright light turns to night.
Oh until the dawn it brings another day to sing about the magic that was you and me.
'Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of.
And others just read of, others only read of the love.
Oh the love that I love, yeah.
See? I'm all about them words, over numbers, unencumbered numbered words, hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards.
More words than I had ever heard and I feel so alive.
'Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of.
And if you could see now... Oh love, love, you and I, you and I, not so little, you and I anymore.
And with this silence brings a moral story.
More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy.
'Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of.
And others just read of.
And if you could see me now... well, then I'm almost finally out of...
Well I am free, oh I'm free.
And it's okay if you had to go away.
Oh, just remember the telephone... well, they're working it both ways.
But if I never, ever hear them ring, if nothing else I'll think the bells inside.
Finally found you someone else and that's okay, 'cause I'll remember everything you sang.
'Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of.
And others just read of.
And if you could see me now.... well, then I'm almost finally out of...
Well I'm almost finally, finally out of words.