We must’ve been birds 
 We must’ve flown 
 And carried no weight 
 Our shoulders lifted by the air below 
 
 We must have had feathers 
 And woken and spoken together 
 And leaned in to each other 
 To feel the warmth that gathers under the down 
 
 And I 
 You’re mine 
 You’re mine 
 You’re mine 
 
 We must have made nests 
 We must have made sense 
 Things are going so well 
 We must have made sense 
 This love is floating so well 
 Love’s in your arms 
 arms 
 
 You must have sung 
 I heard your song 
 And crafted and gathered and praised the tree 
 Where we would raise our young 
 
 And we 
 We died, 
 lived by 
 each other