It's like this:
There's this bird
And you catch it in your hands
You feel its softness, warmth, its heart
rapidly beating
But if you keep holding it it's no
longer a bird
So you open your hands
(Catch it and let it go
again and again)
There's this bird
And you catch it in your hands
You feel its softness, warmth, its heart
rapidly beating
But if you keep holding it it's no
longer a bird
So you open your hands
(Catch it and let it go
again and again)
- Wendy Lewis