泳ぐ鳥

The bird swims against the tide And runs through grey clouds A hundred nights go by The bird takes my writing to reach you All the nights you're waiting in the window The bird swims against the tide And runs through grey clouds A hundred nights go by The bird takes my writing to reach you All the nights you're waiting in the window Back away and let go The bird beats its hurt wings Back away and let go The bird beats its hurt wings Back away and let go The bird beats its hurt wings Back away and let go The bird beats its hurt wings And swims against the tide And runs through grey clouds A hundred nights go by The bird takes my writing to reach you December come