Out of Focus

Two, three, four If you never want to see me again I'll blend out of focus into the background 'Til I'm gone I'm no good at saying adieu So I won't, and babe, neither should you Just say, "See you next time" like it's true But if there's something you need to say And you don't know how to start Just feed the birds your final words The day the hangman grows a heart All my time's been yours 'til now And it's up, so we're both feeling down Maybe in the next life, if we're lucky All the words we've said and wrote Mean the same when they're sung And so we'll say our goodbyes 'til we have more But if there's something you need to say And you don't know where to start Just feed the birds your final words The day the hangman grows a heart And the rich all rob themselves And the wasteland turns from soot to soil But if you got something left to say And you don't know how to start Just feed the birds your final words The day the hangman grows a heart And the pope turns back to pine And your lips are back on mine once more Like before So if there's something, say it now