I'm quite scared
Yr pelican's been eating all my pigeons
Do you recall coming home to Counting Crows sing alongs
and shouting every word?
Falling asleep
Counting every bird
knowing in the morning that lakes waiting for us
I've been losing my clothes on the shore
I wish her wave would bring us back those days that we
once chased away
We staggered up my street to sand between my sheets
The ceiling quaked and the floor boards all shake
underneath
And I can't take the coming cold
I can feel it in my bones
What good is a bird if the bird can't fly
I'm still stuck here and I don't know why
In the evening you often like to a tree
to find some shelter in it's shadow underneath