Hey little baby, there's a birdie, on your window sill
Singing you songs of heaven and hell
Selling you secrets, you'd better not tell
These are the tales of the unheard
Hey little baby, don't you say a word
These are the tales of strangers and journeys absurd
Journeys to times erased
Spinning little baby, in your crib
Spinning holding tight to your head
For fear it might crack in half... and it did
As time sped up and stopped
A collision, an explosion
And when the soot and smoke settles
You'll find me sitting here, smiling
Between the rubble of big ideas and birthdays
Triumphant in defeat
Cause I'm that kid, with two left feet
Who knows it, who said FUCK it
I'm talking to birds on my window sill
Confiding and deciding which stories to sell
And I'm thinking that somewhere
Down there between the trash and glitter
My true love sits, with his head bent
Yeah somewhere down there
Between the gems and jewels that are these endless conversations
There is someone to hold my head
And my heart and my hands
When the apples in my lunch bag good bad (x 4)
Hey little baby, there's a birdie
Selling you lies, but dry your eyes
Put on your game face and your best shoes
Put your feet on the floor and head for the door
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