Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
  Oh things are gonna happen naturally
  And taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
  And balancing the whole thing
  But often times those words get tangled up in lines
  And the bright lights turn to night
  Until the dawn it brings
  A little bird who'll sing about the magic that was you and me
  Cause you and I both loved
  What you and I spoke of
  What you and I spoke of
  Others only dream of the love that I love
  See I'm all about them words
  Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
  Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
  More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
  Now you and I, you and I
  Not so little you and I anymore
  And with this silence brings a moral story
  more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy
  you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
  and others just read of and if you could see now
  well I'm already finally out ofÉ
  and it's okay if you have go away
  just remember the telephone works both ways
  and if I never ever hear it ring
  if nothing else I'll think the bells inside
  have finally found you someone else and that's okay
  cause I'll remember everything you sang
  you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
  and others just read of and if you could see now
  well I'm already finally out of words