It's just hard to pretend to be ok with it.
I can't carry them anymore.
These thoughts tend to become so heavy.
Why can't you just shoot the bird?
If you're not in favor of it flying...
Not to you and not away.
Let it know what you know.
I can't sleep anymore.
Last time I dreamed I heard laughter.
I can't keep me anymore.
I have to go and find him out there.
Why can't you just shoot the bird?
If you're not in favor of it flying...
Not to you and not away.
Let it know what you know.
It's torture, what you do to me.
I try every day to come to my senses that this,
this will one day be reality.
Needing to know.
Where to fly?
Why can't you just shoot the bird?
If you're not in favor of it flying...
Not to you and not away.
Let it know what you know.
