Matthew Dunn - Barnacle Geese Lyrics

Streets lined with queues for the buffet
Your daily small talk drowned out by what they say

Photographs to put you off your food
I guess it's true innocence isn't you
Barnacle geese broken limbs start like this
The choice that we choose
We win until we lose

Starving but I can't seem to eat
Seeing is what blinded me

Speaking but not listening
Feeling things but not caring
Barnacle geese broken limbs start like this
The choice that I choose
I win until I lose

I guess it's true I'm just the same as you
Sheltered from harm but forced to jump straight in
Barnacle geese broken limbs start like this
A choice that we choose
We win until we lose