Lyrics

[Spoken] And every bird was different But you know that Let us tell a different tale One that isn't really about birds at all, thank god I think it goes like this, but I've been wrong twice today already Haven't we all? What does young love, old gloves, and dead doves have in common? They're all a lie by me to make this story more palatable To the quiet queasy strangers these words will no doubt land in the busy pocket of Digest me slowly, as these sharp edges do not go down stiff necks nicely Now where was I? Oh yes, my first lie