February Filled

Jeremy Heide

Flying away, on the wings of a bird
You gave up hope, without saying a word
Then somewhere in the middle, between here and there
You lept into faith, with a vacant stare

His last birthday came and went
Spent on the seat of an airborn jet
Gravity took him, left the others behind
And now he's stained like a window
In the back of my mind

An echo of your words, throughout an empty hall
I'd stare your statue in the eyes, but he's much too tall
Funny thing is, I loved the life you killed
I loved the lives, your February filled

His last birthday came and went
Spent in the seat of an airborn jet
gravity took him, left the others behin
And now he's stained like a window
In the back of my mind



'february filled' copyright 1998 E.N.S. music. all rights reserved