Black Bird

She sits alone by the window
Watching the people passing by
"They don't care for you" says the shadows in her mind
Tired of dealing with sorrow
Won't let anyone see her cry
So she hides herself behind a smile
Maybe a pill
Wil keep her happy still
So she goes bottoms up to keep it bottled up inside

And people keep looking
Down a hole for what's missing
But they're missing out

It seems like we should
Be feeling so good
And now we're drifting far from our senses
Instead of digging up the dirt
And the roots to our hurt
We're standing by
Feeling misunderstood

He walks by her window
To catch a glimpse of her eyes
He knows all about the sadness in her smile
But he fails to reach out
Afraid of crossing some line
That he don't understand
Maybe a pill
Will keep her happy still
So she goes bottoms up to keep it bottled up inside

On a world that keeps turning
They don't see that it's burning
So they're burning out

It seems like we should
Be feeling so good
And now we're drifting far from our senses
Instead of digging up the dirt
And the roots to our hurt
We're standing by
Feeling misunderstood

It seems like we should
Be feeling so good
And now we're drifting far from our senses
Instead of digging up the dirt
And the roots to our hurt
We're standing by
Feeling misunderstood

She looks up to the skies
From a world that's out of place
Where all purpose dies
At an unrelenting pace
Awakens from her haze
With wide open eyes
And so she throws herself from this world
Oh how she flies



Credits
Writer(s): Emil Westphal Pedersen, Kim Worrmann Jensen, Ruben Alexander Svingholm Schulze-berge, Tony Worrmann Jensen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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