I keep all my windows open

Every one you see

Birds are flying in now

Can you feel them breeze?

I am sitting in a chair

Built before we were born

It was built for such a purpose

May we converse this once more?

Oh, when Lazarus was dying

And he finally ceased to breathe

Only to be brought back to life

So unexpectedly

Did he come back with a story

Of heaven up above?

Or was there nothing left to say

Because all that matters is love?

Every little, every little, every little story that you tell me

Every little, every little, every little is a breath of fresh air

Every little, every little, every little story that you tell me

Every little, every little, every little is a breath of fresh air

I keep all my windows open

Why not unlock all the doors?

For we are strangers in Valhalla

And will be forevermore

Oh, and all that we have

Is the company we keep

Have you ever felt the power

Of vocal harmony?

Every little, every little, every little story that you tell me

Every little, every little, every little breath of fresh air

Every little, every little, every little story that you tell me

Every little, every little, every little breath of fresh air

'Cause I don't have long anymore

I don't have long anymore

Every little, every little, every little story that you tell me

Every little, every little, every little breath of fresh air

Every little, every little, every little story that you tell me

Every little, every little, every little is a breath of fresh air

Every little, every little, every little story that you tell me

Every little, every little, every little is a breath of fresh air