Wired Birds Hum

Duration

4:00

Genres

New Folk

Lyrics

Antennas break free from the tops of the trees > But the fire begins on the ground > But the sirens don't blare for they're not really there > But they like to pretend there's a sound > > Buried like bones on the side of the road > Caught up in snares with their bate > But the bending must break and the stillness must shake > Hanging on the chances we take > > But where I come from the wired birds hum in branches kept in the shade > You'll catch them in prayer, tangles in their hair > Hoping the fire's still there > > There's still time on the firing line, plenty with bellies full grown > But you're mostly just blind, you have eyes just like mine > Distant and forever disowned > > But all we ever wanted was outcast in killing tides > And all we ever needed was so fast with plastic smiles > > But where I come from the wired birds hum > On arches high over lakes > But the branches might break, the chances we take > Hoping the fire's not there