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.