hesitant, and maybe fidgity, that's the way we always were.
glances that meant something, but never words... there were no words.
no, we were never like this.

like this, i mean now.
i still feel it, sometimes though. When those glances mean words... mean more then words.

no, we we never were like this.
and i don't think we'll ever really be.
because i feel like everytime it takes off, the wind will not take it.
and down it goes.
again,
and again.
until one of us... fly away,
the wind will have it then, the wind will have me then.