Song Length |
4:15 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
Subject |
Birds |
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Lyrics
you can take your time with your vague imagery
no i don't need more, i've got plenty for me
i found it the letters from a saint
it wasn't addressed to me; it had no postmark date
but somehow it knew that i'd lost my first love
oh how did know that i lost my first love?
and i'm trying not to try too hard
i won't go out of my way to break my own heart
unless i feel moved by the television
the sights and the sounds are too much: i give in
somehow that blue screen, it knows where to look
oh how does it know just where to look? i don't know
the mailman's my friend when he brings me letter
it reads baby please tell me when if ever
are you coming home so we can catch up?
and I think that sounds nice so I'm catching a bus
to dayton where we we can drink all night long
and i'll play my guitar and you can sing me your song
and somehow i think that will fix everything
no, somehow I know that will fix everything
and whenever i get home
whenever you feel sad
i'm gonna do my best to try and get your back
yeah i'm gonna try
and i'll tell you what i'll do i'm gonna write back that saint
and tell him graciously "thanks but no thanks"
and tomorrow i'll wake up with nothing to prove
and i'll pack up my things and i'll come to get you
and together i know we can fix everything cause we've got all we need we can fix everything
yeah we've got all we need, and we'll fix everything
and i'll get your back