(Smith)
Ours is just another skin
That simply slips away
You can rise above it
It will shed easily

It all will come out fine
I've learned it line by line
One common wire
One silver thread
All that you desire
Rolls on ahead

Like a ship in a bottle
Held up to the sun
Sails ain't going nowhere
You can count every one
Until it crashes unto the
earth
And simply slips away
You can hide in the open
Or just disappear

Ours is just a craving
And a twist of the wrist
Will undo the stopper
With abrupt tenderness
Die little sparrow
And awake
Singing

It all will come out fine
I've learned it line by line
One common wire
One silver thread
All that you desire
Rolls on ahead