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Megan Hamilton - Are the Birds Caught in the Trees? lyrics
He waits by the lamplight, his face is the colour of glow Through the window, the moon flickers, sticky yellow On his pant leg, the cat leaves a trail of her fur Hear the room buzz with purrs and the lingering Words Are the birds caught in the trees? Did the winter come? Tell me, is it easier To remain where you are, When it all seems so far, And you don't have a car Or a friend Who could take you? He heard a discouraging word, so he fled to away With the frost in his heart, and a whiff of decay How the shoreline was gushing and frothy and strong And the militant seagulls were singing Their songs. Was it wrong To ruin a Saturday? While the neighbours were raking their Leaves To the road? Autopilot mode And the heaviest load Floats into space. A semblance of grace. We'll fix it tomorrow. The sticks that we borrowed For campfires and tent pegs Are twisted like broken legs. Snapped like guitar strings. Be careful of waxen wings! And all of the bad things are turning Around. It's the sound Of a Saturday. Putter the day away And open your heart. It's a start. Dust of the table, Peel away the label, Cuz honey, you're able. Oh you're able. |
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