The little birds come
Lonely for a little warm
You give them your music
But they just want a song
Oh, no, I'll never learn
But I'd make beautiful sounds
I'd lay you down like a lover would
My pride, still standin' straight
But looking back
I wasn't so brave
I wasn't so brave
Flying through tunnels
At the mouth of New York
Sometimes, I belong here
But it's funny how leaving
Turns the emptiness up
The hole you never heard before
Oh, I laugh in my hands
A kiss from that man
Like a melody
My pride still standing
Looking tall
But looking back
I wasn't brave at all
I wasn't brave at all
Was I?
I'd make beatiful sounds
I'd lay you down like a lover would
On the phone, I started to say
But then I stopped
I used to be brave
I used to be brave
Here's hoping next time, we'll get it right
? S. Slean
Just like St. Francis The little birds come Lonely for a little warm You give them your music But they just want a song Oh, no, I'll never learn But I'd make beautiful sounds I'd lay you down like a lover would My pride, still standin' straight But looking back I wasn't so brave I wasn't so brave Flying through tunnels At the mouth of New York Sometimes, I belong here But it's funny how leaving Turns the emptiness up The hole you never heard before Oh, I laugh in my hands A kiss from that man Like a melody My pride still standing Looking tall But looking back I wasn't brave at all I wasn't brave at all Was I? I'd make beatiful sounds I'd lay you down like a lover would On the phone, I started to say But then I stopped I used to be brave I used to be brave Here's hoping next time, we'll get it right ? S. Slean Explain Request ×
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