[Verse 1]
The trees don't know
What isn't spring
And no one knows you love me
Like you do
The birds went off there
Into the wind
They'll never leave the sky
When it's so blue
[Pre-Chorus]
I've been holding my joy in a hand
Behind my back
And I'm not sorry for the things I've lost
This winter liked
[Chorus]
The changing of the roads
The gaining of the time
The breaking of the rules
The drawing of the line
[Verse 2]
The sparrows only sing all summer long
When leaves will turn to ochre in the fall
They let themselves be drawn to the ground
For there's nothing sad and changing after all
[Pre-Chorus]
I've been holding my hope in a hand
Behind my back
And I'm not sorry for my heart, the door
I'm not coming back
[Chorus]
The changing of the roads
The gaining of the time
The breaking of the rules
The drawing of the line