After winter Comes another storm It's a shiver It's a freaking out Could be real time Could be wonderful It's the future in the maybe world Let the bird fly Let it out of here They just brought it As an offering It's the color of remembering And the weirdness of forgetting In the shiver in the freaking out See the live ones see 'em taking off It's the color of happy endings In another world beginning In the could time In the maybe world I was thinking i might like it there In the future i was wondering How many birds you're gonna bring me?