I was a little bird, on your window sillTapping at the frozen paneSinging stillSinging to a boy, with a big ol' heartUntil the bullets cameBlew out the softest partBut I remember touching handsand touching finger tipsI remember all your skinOh, I won't forgetTouching a LegendYou were dying thenso I was dying tooThought the only thing to dowas to die with youBut then the tide came inand you were goneAnd I was left, shiveringTo go on.