a bird flies out and over the rooftops down past the cars in my line of view it s a strange beginning comic and awkward grace in a picture on the table i m in a red dress waiting for a reason holding a tightly packed suitcase maybe i m too jaded to love somebody like you maybe i want to love my dream that ll never come true someone who is real oh gets in the way and moves inside my heart not just my head interfering with how i want to feel how do i want to feel how do i want to feel i wonder you could be water to me i might be wine the stars have all faded here they give us no sign is this the right time the smoke curls up and ribbons the air away from my nervous fingers cigarette sputters a tired reluctant burn in a picture on the table you are a driver peering past the moment holding the wheel until it turns maybe i m too jaded to love somebody like you maybe i want to love my dream that ll never come true someone who is real gets in the way and moves inside my heart not just my head interfering with how i want to feel how do i want to feel i wonder how do i want to feel how do we want to feel how do we want to feel i wonder i wonder i wonder oh oh oh oh oh 