Bird

See constellations burn

Testify in turns

Churning out the river just to see

Where ambition flows

Flooding empty boats and maybe there's a chance for you and me

Cursing life is but a dream

And now I'm shaking at the knees

A toast to all the shattered glass that melts among the waves

Your duty rests between the shells and I'm at peace

Begging for money to waste on broken machines

And flimsy roofs to keep me clean

Cursing life is but a dream

And now I'm shaking at the knees