Birds

I'm a believer with a fifty-year-old gold watch

I am nothing but a social client case

Making every murder to a high pitched podcast

Only living in those recordings that we made

Eating very slow at my best friend's birthday

And I don't even know what day it really is

Making up stories just to have a conversation

Doesn't really help, I can't catch a word you're saying

I can't catch a word you're saying

I can't catch a word you're saying

Counting every day and calling my parents

Just to let them know what I really think about

Modern ideas and Norwegian black metal

I was twelve and you were working very late

Noisy black birds flying back to their hometown

Sorry for your loss, hope the funeral was great

It's too late to run, but I'm still trying

I can't believe you're dead, in October you were flying

I can't catch a word you're saying

I can't catch a word you're saying

I can't catch a word you're saying

Took five hundred years

To find something to believe in

So if I could find

Something we could use

To make everything look cooler

It's something for the future

It's something for the future

It's something for the future

It's something for the future