My words were a flock of birds in my mouth
Each of them desperate to
Fly right out
So I shuttered my teeth
Afraid that you might see
All the feathers and pointless words
That stuff and fill me
All the emptiness that fills my head
There's nothing more to see
When I walked you home, I imagined cameras on every telephone pole
Each Snapping a picture to, prove our memories wrong for one day when we don't
Believe that we were ever this young
My words were a flock of birds in my mouth
A thousand refugees
Plotting to break out
So I opened the gates
Surprised when you stayed
When I walked you home, I imagined cameras on every telephone pole
Each Snapping a picture to, prove our memories wrong for one day when we don't
Believe that we were ever this young
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My words were a flock of birds in my mouth
Each of them desperate to
Fly right out
So I shuttered my teeth
Afraid that you might see
All the feathers and pointless words
That stuff and fill me
All the emptiness that fills my head
There's nothing more to see
When I walked you home, I imagined cameras on every telephone pole
Each Snapping a picture to, prove our memories wrong for one day when we don't
Believe that we were ever this young
My words were a flock of birds in my mouth
A thousand refugees
Plotting to break out
So I opened the gates
Surprised when you stayed
When I walked you home, I imagined cameras on every telephone pole
Each Snapping a picture to, prove our memories wrong for one day when we don't
Believe that we were ever this young
Each of them desperate to
Fly right out
So I shuttered my teeth
Afraid that you might see
All the feathers and pointless words
That stuff and fill me
All the emptiness that fills my head
There's nothing more to see
When I walked you home, I imagined cameras on every telephone pole
Each Snapping a picture to, prove our memories wrong for one day when we don't
Believe that we were ever this young
My words were a flock of birds in my mouth
A thousand refugees
Plotting to break out
So I opened the gates
Surprised when you stayed
When I walked you home, I imagined cameras on every telephone pole
Each Snapping a picture to, prove our memories wrong for one day when we don't
Believe that we were ever this young
Writer: Dane Johns
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