more telling are the answersthan the feelings or the wordsless trouble for the birds
i’ll tell you when i’ve lost my mindmy breath gone short my heart a whineof forests gone to herdless trouble for the birds
our walls reflect the 90s lightof dance halls separate from the nightin visions soft but sureless trouble for the birds
i slip back into poison thoughtsand register no slightest hintof moments lost for wordsless trouble for the birds
a mask, a sense of doom erasedthat lingered on a loved one’s faceor have you not yet heard?the last call of the birds?
ooo ooo oooooo x3
words and music: christopher whitley