oh i'm your blue eyed boy
i'll suffer your indifference and
you can teach me pretty words
and we will feed the sparrows
here i am
here i am
talking to my shadow
head in my hands
here i am
here i am
run to the hill
counting the hay
he leads me through the swaying nettles
growing by the underpass
when he smiles he looks like a fox
but when he holds me we will be as one
as one
as one
as one
here i am
here i am
talking to my shadow
head in my hands
here i am
here i am
run to the hill
counting the hay