For The Birds

I'm not sleeping
I watch you breath
Hardly your lover
Rather a bird in the wind

Could be your tower
Oh no, there's cracks in my skin
Here today and gone tomorrow
A piece of thin paper burning

Then back to my part
It is not the big role
The hunter, the juggler, the fool
The hardened sage telling old truth

Pass it on, pass it on
The good life you want us to live
I have no stand in it
Pass it on, pass it on
Oh, all your borrowed thoughts
We could be more than this

This could be fire, a sip of war
A quick word in anger, a lesson in fear
The kind of life that makes you run
That makes you spill your last cup of cool
That makes you dance and act like a fool
The kind of love that knows no rules

Come, let us wreck these cities to dirt
And sing our good songs only for the birds

Okay, back to my part
Never the big role
The hunter, the juggler, the fool
The hardened sage telling old truth

Pass it on, pass it on
The life you speak of as a gift
I find no peace in it

Pass it on, pass it on
All I see is borrowed thoughts
We could be more than this

All I see is borrowed thoughts
You could be more than this
All I see is borrowed thoughts



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