Little Deaths

On a word I could fly if it was for you and I
just a "we'll be fine my love"
but I look up and down and find you are not around
nor the hope I'd hoped you'd find

All the plans that did land like butterflies on my hand
have all now flown from reach
and this luxury of fine choice is leaving
a debris of abandoned dream

It's the little deaths of ideas
that dash me against the rocks
fill me full of wings
until my heart stops

Over the wall and into the wild
all is unfamiliar
Give me light! Give me laughs! Give me something I can grasp!
and a blameless place to hide today

It's the little deaths of ideas
that dash me against the rocks
fill me full of wings
until my heart stops

On a word I could fly if it was for you and I
just a "we'll be fine my love"