Looking at a picture of a bird
From a series of books about the sea
and the life above and in it
Looking at a picture of a bird
Staring out the window
of an elevated train in a storm
of blossoms and debris
Staring out the window
Looking at a jumble of words
from something that you once wrote to me
you said, "I'll never leave"
Still you're looking at the jumble
Everybody's gotten their hearts burnt
From the turnpikes to the mud roads
They got nothing left to die for
And they got nothing left to run from
Heading past the ring road
To the place where you came from you see
It's not your destiny
Still you're heading past the ring road
Looking into windows
People got their fires lit today
Gonna find your own cave
Where you'll be looking at a picture of a bird
Looking at a picture of a bird
From a series of books about the sea
and life above and in
Looking at a picture of a bird
From a series of books about the sea
and the life above and in it
Looking at a picture of a bird
Staring out the window
of an elevated train in a storm
of blossoms and debris
Staring out the window
Looking at a jumble of words
from something that you once wrote to me
you said, "I'll never leave"
Still you're looking at the jumble
Everybody's gotten their hearts burnt
From the turnpikes to the mud roads
They got nothing left to die for
And they got nothing left to run from
Heading past the ring road
To the place where you came from you see
It's not your destiny
Still you're heading past the ring road
Looking into windows
People got their fires lit today
Gonna find your own cave
Where you'll be looking at a picture of a bird
Looking at a picture of a bird
From a series of books about the sea
and life above and in
Looking at a picture of a bird