When i checked back in I was a fool and i was kissing Underneath the storm of birds They would fly right At us and then swerve As if trying to act out words She called it a bad omen after I had named it lucky We began to drift from there And that used to be a secret Kept with care Till i started writin songs And once that when it ended I was sad but empathetic And it rolled around my head Like a cartoon chase that never ends And no one gets to catch the mouse Sings bless this restless spring Im in love with too many things You'll have to find me a bigger heart A bigger heart When i looked back up Oh i was standin at the border with the sea er in my face Straining for horizons far away As it was