I push a kneedle and I pull the thread trying to put myself back together again. She feels alive when they call her name, one look in her eyes you know I feel the same. Yeah.
And I, well, I believe that eventually we'll get what we're after but I need it now. And all I see out my window is a hummingbird flying backwards, and it's all I think about.
She moves a queen and I realize checkmates are coming and it's right on time. She told me how to color inside the lines; but my flipbook only shows how the flower dies.
And I, well, I believe that eventually we'll get what we're after; but I need it now. And all I see out my window is a hummingbird flying backwards, and that's good enough for now.
And I believe that eventually we'll get what we're after, and I need it now. Oh I need it now.
And all I see out my window is a hummingbird flying backwards.
And I believe that our love will find its way throught he current as the waves crash down. So cast your sails and follow me out towards the horizon.