Blue sky, white snow
Brown bird sing slow
Morning fade out
Don't cry too loud
Bring me my love
Can't say too much
My heart skips stones
Your voice breaks bones
Somehow there's a ship inside a bottle
And a mountain in a picture frame.
For every open window there's a suitcase
Being packed and emptied out again.
There's a spider in the medicine cupboard
And the walls are full of mice again.