Tambourine

She cast herself to sea
'Cause she couldn't use her wings
I was drowning in a cup of tea
Waiting for the spring
Winter waves you white and clean
Leaves you quiet and lean
With a sense of feeling in between
My fingers hit the wrong key
I climbed upon the highest mountain
And wondered how to fly down
It was too much work for me
The summer bells are ringing and
The lonely mother's thinking
"How could they do this to me?"
But in the sun we were one and all
In the sun we were halfway grown
In the sun, with our memories almost full
In the sun...