words are just words

those days you said the oceans were red,

and you'd make it blue for me.

you'd catch the doves in the skies,

and fly me off to the up hill lands.

but these days the oceans are still red,

and the doves still do fly high up in the sky,
but just that you soar off from the world without me,

and it just tingles to see you spread your wings and fly.

for i've never loved my hypothesis to be proven correct,

but you just make that happen.

and you just prove to be like just any one of them

all just the same.
and maybe it's just time for me to spread my wings and fly away.