Free the Birds

I've seen every good man walk these lakes of sewage
Buying souvenirs
But angels can't sleep at night
Or treat their bodies right
They're ruined and yet adored

Baby, I'm a sinking stone
Sinking straight to the bottom of the ocean
And Heaven's just a whistling tomb
So, woman, come and sing my doom
It's easy
You know the words
So just open up your mouth and free the birds

You kneel and pray for grace
Just to help you shine your cage
But it's endless if you want more
'Cause every laughing king
Promises the light they'd bring
But it's shadowed and obscured

Baby, I'm a sinking stone
Sinking straight to the bottom of the ocean
And Heaven's just a whistling tomb
So, woman, come and sing my doom
It's easy
You know the words
So just open up your mouth and free the birds

And you can only fall from grace if you were there in the first place
And you can only fall from grace if you were there in the first place



Credits
Writer(s): Kye Hillig
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