BIRD

you;re going to fly to where the skies are blue
the world is on fire below.
but you don;t let it get to you.
arrows fly & lightning strikes,
in the blink of an eye you can;t think twice.

ON

what keeps you up in the air
trying to live on a wing with no prayer
& what is it that makes you so sure
there;ll be somewhere to land after the storm
(you must be so tired)

A

you;re going to find you;re not above it at all
maybe it;s time to decide
where you;ll stand when the curtain falls
the cafe of yr dreams paints the future
you are so tired.

WIRE.

music: simple plan; perfect
mood: fucked