Il testo della Spare-ohs

Andrew Bird

Data di rilascio : 20/03/2007

Durata : 0:04:07

Stile : Adult Alternative

The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney
What remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect
But the yoke isnt easy, in fact its a drag
Acid blown to cornfields and mountains of rice
All over the suburbs, across the great lawns
And they're crop dusting gardens all over this town

But nobody cares when it gets in their hair
It gets in their lungs as it floats through the air
It gets in the food that they buy and prepare
But nobody cares when it gets in their hair

Across the great chasms and the schisms
And the sudden aneurysms
Where the black ink will drip across the cusps of your eyes
And your teeth are worth more than you can spare-oh

Dont tell me that it just isnt fair
Dont speak about the cycles of life
Cause your thoughts are so soft
I could cut 'em with a spork or a bride's knife

And the wine made our minds too loose
A reckless choice of words
And you tell me that im too abstruse
I just thought i was a kind of bird
I swear i just stood there not saying a word
Not saying a word, not saying a word