Two Birds

Lyrics

Twin birds drawing closer in space Collide inside the windowpane Feathers on the glass Wings beaten, one bird remains It comes apart, become the part you play What happens then when the character gets killed on stage? Do you die two deaths? Do you start bleeding off the page? Bird in my hand in the mirror I am estranged Just sit and watch while the metaphors copulate And it feels different And it feels the same Out of the game Out of the game It feels different Really feel the pain Out of the game