Jonathan L. Seagull
Even though we've been through the same
Doesn't always mean we feel the same
Doesn't always mean we heal the same
You are not me and that's okay
Seasons come, seasons cry
Seasons grow and seasons die
How high can a bird ever fly, ever fly?
Couldn't stomach those blues you articulate
I've been acting like your actions are from outer space
But I understand that I've been out of place
Driving late night, back home through the London rain to you
I puzzle into your embrace
Now take me further away
I puzzle into your embrace
Now take me further away
Making life decisions based on what's been laid
We've both dealt with loss and grief in separate ways
Listen to your heartbeat
On the same track running at a different pace
Will I catch up or will you just race away someday?
I puzzle into your embrace
Now take me further away
I puzzle into your embrace
Now take me further away
Even though we've been through the same
Doesn't always mean we feel the same
Doesn't always mean we heal the same
You are not me and that's okay
Seasons come, seasons cry
Seasons grow and seasons die
How high can a bird ever fly, ever fly?
