written by: David Lynch(l)/Angelo Badalamenti(m)



I remember your song

And the way you sang it to me

So many times in other forms

On distant lands.



I remember your smile

And the way you sent it to me

So many times through different air

It lives inside my heart.



It is a dream

You and me

It can't be real

I never felt a wind

So happy, so warm

That sent seven little red birds up my spine

Singing