Where’s the spring gone from my stride?
Can I feel you, see the real you
I know it’s there deep inside
You’ve got to let someone touch you
Cos in my dreams I still hide
Safe away from prying eyes
Where you can open like a flower
When did you become so old and tired that you forgot how to say
The words were not allowed to say
Can’t give too much away
You’ve got to stay cold, stay strong
But let your guard down, have some faith,
That there will come a day when you can open like a flower
Where’s the heart gone from my sleeve?
Can I thaw you, see the raw you
Not too far gone to retrieve
This is for you, I implore you
To be myself again
I know you feel the pain
Comes when you open like a flower
Healing wounds come apart again
This waxing moon
Dares to start again
And maybe soon she’ll tend to all the broken parts of
Little loon, the warm winds drive the clouds apart.