Down like the sparrow's hand he knows my name|Like a prisoner in your own skin|Sure I would've liked to be the man she needed me to be|But I wasn't meant for her and she wasn't meant for me||Wild like winter's breath cold like the northern skies|Like a bird stuck outside of its cage|And oh what a perfect mess in all its harmony|But I wasn't meant for her and she wasn't meant for me||Oh it's funny looking back on all your changes|Black and whites aren't the colors of this song|And all the times all the faces|And I know the night can feel so long||Down like the sparrow's hand he knows my name||