bohemian bird

running from shelter

you're my bohemian bird

the winter has melted

and summer won't be left unheard

we've been lost before

we'll be lost forever

and they can keep asking

and we'll tell them we're displaced together

raindrops like roadblocks

we're the indigenous ones

we scraped out the bottom

and we drift in the morning sun

we can live our lives

like the colors in our feathers

they can keep asking

we'll tell them we're displaced together

and nothing is broken and nothing is lost

we'll hear the unspoken

the bridges we cross

and i'll remain fearless at trails that don't last

the trees become ghosts and the journey's at bay

and nothing is broken and nothing is lost

we'll hear the unspoken

the bridges we cross

and i'll remain fearless at trails that don't last

the trees become ghosts and the journey's at bay