Out of Focus

Two, three, four

If you never want to see me again

I'll blend out of focus into the background

'Til I'm gone

I'm no good at saying adieu

So I won't, and babe, neither should you

Just say, "See you next time" like it's true

But if there's something you need to say

And you don't know how to start

Just feed the birds your final words

The day the hangman grows a heart

All my time's been yours 'til now

And it's up, so we're both feeling down

Maybe in the next life, if we're lucky

All the words we've said and wrote

Mean the same when they're sung

And so we'll say our goodbyes 'til we have more

But if there's something you need to say

And you don't know where to start

Just feed the birds your final words

The day the hangman grows a heart

And the rich all rob themselves

And the wasteland turns from soot to soil

But if you got something left to say

And you don't know how to start

Just feed the birds your final words

The day the hangman grows a heart

And the pope turns back to pine

And your lips are back on mine once more

Like before

So if there's something, say it now