Broken Birds

Holding your amber to the light

I see centuries of you

And you find me kind

You find me tall

You find me crazy like you

And while I fight my own words

You're off saving those broken birds

Sometimes I wonder if you'll survive

We are kindred spirits but not kindred people

In this world for now

We are both too strong we are both too weak

We are both too young

So you go sing your songs

And I'll go sing mine

But I never really go away

No, I never really go away

I know you hear me

You always hear me

On the run to the sun

Your kind will get far

If you don't burn

I hear the echo of our voices

Hopeful in the church of the morning sun

Asking - how far away from love are we?

Are we far enough to keep us apart?

Oh, I really really really don't know

You said - come to the window

I said - no you don't

We promised we'd never sing of pain or of losing

Or how beautiful people look when they are dying

But clichйs come so easily

And your tears run through me again and again

Forget those broken birds

Forget those broken birds

I know you hear me

You always hear me

On the run to the sun

Your kind will get far

If you don't burn

Holding your amber to the light

I see centuries of you...