there's some things i don't have now
some things i don't talk about
these things are between myself and i
in my thick skull the joker hides
there's consequences i'm scared to taste
cold hard truths i can't face
these days are different than the past
reflections change in the looking glass
and everywhere i look there's something to learn
a sliver of truth from every bridge we burn
a hatful of quarters and a naked song
don't answer the question of where we belong
how come birds
don't fall from the sky when they die?
how come birds
always look for a quiet place to hide
these words
can't explain what i feel inside?
like birds i need a quiet place to hide
these independent moves i make
this confidence i try to fake
you can hear the beating of my heart
but not a feather falling in the dark
and everything i hear never makes any sense
another old prophet perched on the fence
a cupful of pencils and a self help guru
don't answer the question of what i am to you |