Oren Lavie

Look at the sky
It belonged to a guy
That I know
And I thought I forgot
Long ago
Look at the trees
Didn't stop at the top
Not for him
Used to borrow the wind
For a walk
Look in his eyes for a dying flare
Look for the wind in his yellow hair
And pretend
You see the man
Who isn't there
Look at the sea
used to save all his waves
for hellos
used to climb up
his highs, down his lows
Look at the birds
used to flock as he walked
through the street
used to fly down
and march at his feet
Look in his eyes for a dying flare
Look for the wind in his yellow hair
And pretend
You see the man
Who isn't there