Tekstovi: Shawn Colvin. These Four Walls. The Bird.

I might go to the mountain to spy,
And I see all the pretty snow,
And I dream that dream I dream no matter where I go,
We were still young like when we met,
And I hadn't fucked it all up yet,
And you wanted me to be with you like before,
What I like about time is it don't ask why,
What I like about love is it makes me cry,
What I like about the bird is she don't need nothing but sky,
And I know you tried to tell me then,
No one could bear the shit I put on them,
And I guess you wonder why you even let me in,
Well so do I,
And in my dream I never make you pay,
For all the things you did and did not say,
I was ready to be good to you,
And make you stay,
And you took me to the carnival town,
And we rode the rides up and down,
And we watched the birds watch us smile,
And then they flew away,
What I like about time is it don't ask why,
What I like about love is it makes me cry,
What I like about the bird is she don't need nothing but sky,
And I know you think my life's a crime,
And you talk about it to your wife sometimes,
You all shake your heads and sigh,
Oh believe me I shake mine