Birds have wings, so they can fly.
But I\'ve got arms to keep one of those birds
Made safe with much more love.
Oh, the bird can sing too!
So it sings, and I play the beat of my heart,
Could the heartbeat stop?
But the singing stopped, and I still play.
And yes, I will still play on my broken heart.
If there\'s nothing else but a choice
For it shall return and will sing to me a love song, of another Dawn.
But somewhere in the beautiful place, we call it, old Eden.
I think I will not hope in vain then.