Bird, drifting in a cold sky Waiting on low tide On a gray sea Waves pulling me out again Bringing me back to when It was just you and me Our love Was never fields of flowers Our love Changes with the hours Our love beats the stops and starts Of complicated Hearts Steady wind Howling in my ears Bringing back bitter tears They overflow Moon Calling out the tide Dragging me far and wide Still I can't let go Our love Was never fields of flowers Our love Changes with the hours Our love beats the stops and starts Of complicated Hearts Oooh, sweet simplicity Oooh, was never meant Never meant To be Our love Was never fields of flowers Our love Changes with the hours Our love beats the stops and starts Of complicated Hearts