And I never thought this life was possible,You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for. - Conor Oberst

Well let the poets cry themselves to sleep
And all their tearful words will turn back into steam

But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility?
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody!
How grateful I was, then, to be part of the mystery,
To love, and to be loved!
Let’s just hope that is enough.

You took off your clothes and left on the light,
You stood there so brave, you used to be shy,
Each feature improved, each movement refined,
And eyes like a showroom.