A man stands by a window;
He breathes like a bird

There's a rose by the window
Sitting pretty proud and red
Clothes lie abandoned, discarded
Right across the bed

Two day old papers lie on the floor;
Flaking paint sits in his hair
He wonders why he came here;
He wonders why she's not there

Won't you help me
To hear that sound?
We'll keep together
When word gets around

He feels the draw and pump;
The movement of blood around his heart
He thinks he's on a parachute
Falling quickly through the dark

What he wants to know is
What do you do when the goodtimes fly?
Because the pieces don't fit together
When a sweetheart lies
Won't you help me
To hear that sound?
We'll keep it together
When word gets around

He wants to let her know he's found a word
But that word is in peril
It's a word that keeps warm under a bird's wing -
That word is "gentle"

Won't you help me
To hear that sound?
We'll keep it together
When word gets around