A calendar rests in a box hidden under the stairs,
Pictures are scribbled in the margins and squares,
A birthday card sits right beside and it's clear if you read,
You were his little bird and he was your tree.
When you turn the page from June to July,
All you see is the empty white,
Because the colour fell out of the sky,
And the calendar couldn't write,
The sun it refused to shine.
I tried all night but I couldn't sleep,
When I said sorry it seemed like half a cup of water trying to describe the sea,
If I could I'd build you a wall to hold your memories safe,
But I know that another lover makes a lousy footing for base.
Though romance hangs with autumn leaves,
There's strength in the evergreens,
Because when winter comes you're not what you've lost,
But what you remain to be,
And my dear you're so green.
You're so green
You're so green,
You're so green.
A calendar hangs on the wall way up high by the stairs,
Pictures are scribbled in the margins and squares,
A birthday card stands right beside,
And it's clear if your read,
That you are somebody's bird and someone is your tree.
credits
from Self-Titled,
released June 11, 2009
Written by Matt Lockhart
Performed by Matt Lockhart, Steve Lockhart, Philip Van Der Wel, and Ryan Loerke
Nori Henderson played trombone
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