Dying Birds
Submitted by sugarstill on Mon, 07/10/2023 - 10:01
Dying Birds: V: Bm...Em F#...Bm,
Ch: Em...Bm...Em...G F#
With a head full of stitches
You're washing the dishes
And singing of dying birds
You only sing half the words
And you start again
Hands under water
Dreams of your mother
And each cruel word she said
Each underlined in red,
You remember when
Petite ballerina
Inside the arena
You spin 'til your arms are tired
Drunk from exhaustion
Mumbling obsessions
Pulled by a fraying wire
Recording:
https://sugarstill.bandcamp.com/track/dying-birds