Birds
ADAM R. YOUNG
We haven't burned these bridges
For the last time
So I'll get the gas,
You bring the matches
We can dowse these threads on our backs.
No longer birds of prey
We are just fuel for this fire.
This is gone...it feels so wrong
Yet sometimes it feels so right.
This is gone on for to long baby.
I broke your heart
When the winds go colder,
Broke my neck
Explaining things I can't explain.
Back and forth,
Its always back and forth
When it comes to you and I.