I am a bird that's lost and never found the south when it got cold but that's ok because following the pack was getting old what will become of me if I never find my way back to you? I keep searching but there are so many birds with the eyes of blue I've been looking for so long everytime I land you're moving on I don't know how to sing but I'll sing for you I've forgotten how to love but it's slowly coming back through a bubble in my head that's never gonna pop When I find my bird I'll never try to fly away again for years I have denied her spent all that time trying to pretend why do we do this to ourselves putting feelings on the shelf forever I will fly to where you lay your head and nowhere else I've been looking for so long everytime I land you're moving on I don't know how to s