Do mockingbirds sing songs of the extinct?
And is there less to love than what we think?
If it’s instinct that makes my heart sink,
I’ll have to rip these chains apart link by link
So you can watch the transition from my smile to a frown
As I drown from the top of Downtown.
Now that we've reconciled mile-high piles of trials,
All the blasphemy you threw at me, the truth prevails
Through your intricately woven web of lies,
But soon I’ll say you’re a sight for sore eyes
Like gradients in vanilla skies
Before the Earth’s demise.
When that time comes I’ll be transfixed by the ocean,
Calm as a baby in oscillatory motion
Because I’ll be ready for what fate brings
Though my heart stings
As it rings
Like the flutter of a bass string,
And all the birds sing...
And still the birds sing...
And all the birds sing...
And now it’s been so long since we last locked lips;
Fearing I’d forget the feeling of our fated first kiss,
And I’ll miss the myriad acts of your affection
Before you let me know the definition of deception.
Not since december have I seen so sad a sight;
Two souls singing softly under somber city light.
When the world comes to an end
I’ll no longer have any life or love to lend
So was it wrong to be engaged
Before those twenty-one days
When we're both the same age?
'Cause I hanged my head
Off the edge of my bed
And went insane
As my baleful blood filled my brain,
And heard the birds sing...
And heard the birds sing...
I heard the birds sing...
So how do I tell you that I hate the person you’ve become?
How do I tell you that I hate the person you’ve become?
'Cause I see
Puddles forming under your eyes,
And I'll be
Melancholy to realize
You're not the girl I met when I dared to dream that day,
And though I've left the nest, my memories won't stay.
And so the tide crept up to greet me,
But I wasn't swept away.
I thought I'd say that you complete me
Before I flew on North to the bay,
But this is now; that was then,
And I hope that you found a friend
From those days when we flew,
And I hope you remember them too
'Cause I see
Puddles forming under your eyes,
But I know
You'll be happy to realize
That when a songbird dies
Its melodies still fly,
But when I see you through dead eyes, I'll cry!
P.S. You owe me a year of thought and a healthy head of hair.
credits
from rite of passage,
released July 29, 2011
percussion by Raphael Guirguis