歌詞
I suppose you expect me to sing about my feelings
About an old friend a long lost lover
Or how I'm scared of getting older
Yes, I'm scared of getting older
But I'd rather sing of simple things that have nothing to do with me
Like a bird in the sky or the moon on a hill
Or the way the dust settles on your window sill
But these simple things are not simple things at all
And could tell stories all about people I made in my mind
I could sing peotry in fables
And you'd listen to all of my lies, all of my lies
But I'd rather sing of simple things that have nothing to do with me
Like a bird in the sky or the moon on a hill
Or the way the dust settles on your window sill
But these simple things not simple things at all
How do I sing of love when I don't understand the lines on my hand
And how do I know my soul
When I can't understand why I'm here, who I am
Or the bird in the sky or the moon on a hill or
The way the dust settles on your window sill
No I don't understand, but maybe I'll one day, maybe I will
Maybe I will
Maybe I will