We buried that guy on TV
Six channels deep
Just a barfly playing it cool
And from here it looks like nothing
But don't you know?
It's a rotoscope
It's a post-it note
From a sentimental fool
We got a live one for you
Watch him dance on the dark
You said I was pretty
But no one said I was smart
"Get off the cross," you said
"You got nobody fooled"
Well I've been perverse
But you've been worse
Since we've been making up the rules
As we go along
This doesn't have to be that kind of song
Just play along
With me
I saw seven birds overhead
Calling for me again
I saw seven birds overhead
And it all felt like falling
Water on my skin
And nothing hurts like the truth
You knocked me out with cruel left hook
But the stars just look like you
I'll carry the bruise proudly it's true
It's all my fault
No should have to stand that tall
Your back against the wall
Again
I saw seven birds overhead
Calling for me again
I saw seven birds overhead
I saw seven birds overhead
Calling for me again
I saw seven birds overhead
Calling down the thunder
Calling down the thunder
Calling down the thunder
I saw seven birds overhead
Calling for me again
I saw seven birds overhead
I saw seven birds overhead
Calling for me again
I saw seven birds overhead
I saw seven birds overhead
Calling for me again
I saw seven birds overhead