(The one thing that matters to me more than anything else is this idea of Denis being a bird.)
Can a bird ever truly rest? Can a bird ever truly rest? Can it sleep In the air? Is it longing to be somewhere out of it's tree, close to home?
Can a memory truly rest? Can a memory fly the nest? Does it move In the air? Can you hold it for me Somehow just within reach When I'm old?
I'll never forget the spring in your step To get to where you had to get I can see the back of your head Then it's gone
To the blue We remember how you flew Denis was a bird Denis was a bird Denis was a bird
Does a thought ever truly rest? Does a thought ever truly rest? Does it roam like a road Is out there for me? Apple up in the tree Will it fall?
I can picture your take off and land Like it was yesterdays land Teleport 'round the garden Then you're gone
To the blue Like the ancient meadows knew Denis was a bird Denis was a bird Denis was a bird
Nothing to save, no more weather delays Nothing to lose, no more troubles for you
I can still see you running around And if it stays in my mind then it's not gone
To the blue We remember how you flew Denis was a bird Denis was a bird Denis was a bird
I'll never forget the spring in your step To get to where you had to getTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
