Memories & Dust

First I was a hatchling waiting for my little bones to form
 Next I was a fledging leaping from the nest despite the fall
 oh they fall, how we fall
 But if I speak to you of days upon the ocean
 I can speak to you of memories and dust
 There won't be time for all of us,
 I know there won't be time for all of us
 I landed in the garden longing for the view behind the fence
 Oh my god
 I prayed my bones weren't brittle
 For the air we float on can feel dense
 Oh the weight of it aches
 But if I speak to you of days upon the ocean
 I can speak to you of memories and dust
 There won't be time for all us,
 I know there won't be time for all of us
 'cause I saw two fall before they were ready to
 and I found no sense or gain to bear the cost
 comfort comes to those with faith in mysterious ways
 But for me faith don't make up for what we lost
 But if I speak to you of days upon the ocean
 I can speak to you of memories and dust
 There won't be time for all us,
 I know there won't be time for all of us
 But in the morning I can smell you on my pillow
 I need to know we won't get wrung out in the wash
 I need to know there's time for us
 I must believe there's time for some of us
 'cause I saw two fall before they were ready to
 and I found no sense or gain to bear the cost
 comfort comes to those with faith in mysterious ways
 But for me faith don't make up for what we lost