This is not shallow, this is not warm
This is not the water that once led you back to shore
This is not constant, there's little care
Outside your precious head with every shining hair
You sing with the birds now
Go throw your head down
(AnnabeI) Each tender notion
(Slips away) Results in motion
(Annabei) Slip to the wayside
(Slips away) You'll find your respite
This isn't tender, this isn't shared
Once a private act away from eyes to stare
This mouth is open, this skin is bare
You can learn to act but you cannot learn to care
So go spread your wings now
Try not to look down
(AnnabeI) Each tender notion
(Slips away) Results in motion
(Annabei) Slip to the wayside
(Slips away) You'll find your respite