04-08-2014, 07:01 AM
[if nothing else, this is the only song about birds you'll ever read that doesn't have the word "fly" in it 
]
Birds
Baby, your ribs aren't wrong
To ache;
The little bird in you
Is fighting its cage.
Soon, you'll let your wishbone break,
And your little bird will try
Its wings upon the wind,
Baby, mine.
We chained daisies,
But a bird has hollow bones--
The bird in you is yours,
But she is not your own.
]Birds
Baby, your ribs aren't wrong
To ache;
The little bird in you
Is fighting its cage.
Soon, you'll let your wishbone break,
And your little bird will try
Its wings upon the wind,
Baby, mine.
We chained daisies,
But a bird has hollow bones--
The bird in you is yours,
But she is not your own.