(The one thing that matters to me more than anything else)
(Is this idea of Denis being a bird)

Can a bird ever truly rest?
Can a bird ever truly rest?
Can it sleep
In the air?
Is it longing to be somewhere out of it's tree, close to home?

Can a memory truly rest?
Can a memory fly the nest?
Does it move
In the air?
Can you hold it for me
Somehow just within reach
When I'm old?

I'll never forget the spring in your step
To get to where you had to get
I can see the back of your head
Then it's gone

To the blue
We remember how you flew
Denis was a bird
Denis was a bird
Denis was a bird

Does a thought ever truly rest?
Does a thought ever truly rest?
Does it roam like a road
Is it out there for me?
Apple up in the tree
Will it fall?

I can picture your take off and land
Like it was yesterdays land
Teleport 'round the garden
Then you're gone

To the blue
Like the ancient meadows knew
Denis was a bird
Denis was a bird
Denis was a bird

Nothing to save, no more weather delays
Nothing to lose, no more troubles for you

I can still see you running around
And if it stays in my mind then it's not gone

To the blue
We remember how you flew
Denis was a bird
Denis was a bird
Denis was a bird

I'll never forget the spring in your step
To get to where you had to get