Fly Little Bird Send me away, a debt paid and I don't really love you I'll be ok You and I opened the jar of our last breath For saying goodbye I'll call you and I'll love you I'll need you and I'll leave you again fly little bird, fly little one There are no more words fly little world or find yourself hurt There are no more words Send me away, a debt paid and I don't really love you I'll be okay, but... If I see, or hear of a way we could be I'll call you and I'll love you I'll need you but I'll leave you again