Thereīs some things I donīt have now
Some things I donīt talk about
These things are between myself and I
In my thick skull the joker hides
Thereīs consequences Iīm scared to taste
Cold hard truths I canīt face
These days are different than the past
Reflections change in the looking glass
And everywhere I look thereīs something to learn
A sliver of truth from every bridge we burn
A hatful of quarters and a naked song
Donīt answer the question of where we belong
How come birds
Donīt fall from the sky when they die?
How come birds
Always look for a quiet place to hide
These words
Canīt explain what I feel inside?
Like birds I need a quiet place to hide
These independent moves I make
This confidence I try to fake
You can hear the beating of my heart
But not a feather falling in the dark
And everything I hear never makes any sense
Another old prophet perched on the fence
A cupful of pencils and a self help guru
Donīt answer the question of what I am to you
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