The birds are the keepers of our secret as they saw us where we lay
In the deepest grass of springtime in a reckless guilty haze
And they wove a sweet indifference and it settled on our skin
Till the eyes that I remembered for the last time drew me in

The birds
Though I wore you glacial patience to a smudge of bitter dust
On the last day you embraced me with a glistening sapling trust
Did they sing a million blessings as they watched us slowly part
Do they keep those final kisses in their tiny racing hearts

What are we gonna do with you
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you
Come on inside
Looking back is for the birds

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): CRAIG LEE POTTER, GUY EDWARD JOHN GARVEY, MARK POTTER, PETER JAMES TURNER, RICHARD BARRY JUPP