Spring

Spring, and still
Leaves have not all fallen from the trees; 
Holding hands and skipping
Stones across the river; 

Flowers open
Wider than I've ever seen; 

You can see them too, 
If you hurry— 
You can see them too, 
If you come back to me. 

Spiral bound
The pages that you wrote to me; 

In between the letters lies
A secret that I'm meant to see; 

It has been a season
Since I have seen the sea, 

But we can go there soon, 
If you hurry— 
We can go there soon, 
If you come back to me. 

When I sit and sip my tea, 
You're facing me... 

You: a day, a month, a year ago— 
It's all the same to me. 

On every bus I see
On every street I see
In every passing pair of shoes
I see... 

You. 

You can see me too, 
If you hurry... 
You can see me too, 
If you come back...