Lyrics

Watching birds behind the clouds I always forget flying is not all that counts The shape of a veer means more than the flight path The color of plumage distracts you from the real purpose Cracked bones is the sound Of a note that's always out of tune Cracked bones is the sound Of a note that's always out of tune Cracked bones is the sound Of a note that's always out of tune Cracked bones is the sound Of a note that's always out of tune