I walk with dead birds lay across the ground
I walk alone with air humbly abound
You've seen me wandering around without a sound
And the pale morning confesses my sympathies
“Hush, you’re being guided by instinct. Hush now, as you walk with dead birds that lay across ground”
The connections of my lifetime are now bound by city sidewalks
Sometimes I walk ahead when there's something I can't pronounce on my mind
and I end up at intersections and homeless men
Empty cans, ***** clothes in a pile, and I know I'm not better than them
Walk ahead where you're supposed to go and you’ll see you're walking blind
You’ll find a religion of brilliant noise
Fly free fallen angels,
Now confess your sympathies, as the pale morning guides your lifetime sound
I walk where dead birds lay across the ground
And the pale morning confesses my sympathies
Wandering around without a sound
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
I walk with dead birds lay across the ground
I walk alone with air humbly abound
You've seen me wandering around without a sound
And the pale morning confesses my sympathies
“Hush, you’re being guided by instinct. Hush now, as you walk with dead birds that lay across ground”
The connections of my lifetime are now bound by city sidewalks
Sometimes I walk ahead when there's something I can't pronounce on my mind
and I end up at intersections and homeless men
Empty cans, ***** clothes in a pile, and I know I'm not better than them
Walk ahead where you're supposed to go and you’ll see you're walking blind
You’ll find a religion of brilliant noise
Fly free fallen angels,
Now confess your sympathies, as the pale morning guides your lifetime sound
I walk where dead birds lay across the ground
And the pale morning confesses my sympathies
Wandering around without a sound