Birds Falling Out Of The Sky

Lyrics
The world is full of loss: a ward, a furnace lining Heart stuffed with ashes, a carousel Are you ever really there are you always fucking scared? And there's no audience here, stop crying The moon is beautiful and I want to see you hope Where am I buried, it's okay It's okay if you didn't know what to do and the world didn't have room for you We make so much from how little we have It's hard to imagine growing old and contented And the language is caught up in everything I don't want for us The barometers of freedom are mostly ads It's hard to imagine growing old and contented And the language is caught up in everything I don't want for us The barometers of freedom are mostly ads Shouldn't, shouldn't take the form of a song The landscape changes every fucking day-aching, day, day, day Do you see your trauma in a narrative? I wish you didn't yeah I wish you'd stop naming it Putting borders around it Branding it Weaponizing it I miss wanting to go outside I don't want to do this Hope Do you see your trauma in a narrative? I wish you didn't yeah I wish you'd stop naming it Putting borders around it Branding it Weaponizing it I miss wanting to go outside I don't want to do this Hope Shouldn't take the form of a song The landscape changes every fucking day-aching, day, day, day Do you see your trauma in a narrative? I wish you didn't yeah I wish you'd stop naming it Putting borders around it Branding it Weaponizing it I miss wanting to go outside I don't want to do this Hope Do you see your trauma in a narrative? I wish you didn't yeah I wish you'd stop naming it Putting borders around it Branding it Weaponizing it I miss wanting to go outside I don't want to do this Hope
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Credits
- Writers
- Lauren Bousfield