birds

your head's a busy place

a port for thoughts coming back

like ships flown overseas

while swarms of birds passing by

if i could catch a thought sometime

i'd put it in a safe place

to the elements i've got

and next time i would check it would be gone

until single spark ignites it to new light

until single spark ignites it to new light

until single spark ignites it to new light

and it comes back to you finally getting through

your heart's a messy place

a giant garbage dump

for all feelings you can't handle

that's where you bury all of them

and wait 'til they decay

until single spark ignites them to new lies

until single spark ignites them to new lies

until single spark ignites them to new lies

and it comes back to you finally getting through