Outside the Lines - Birdtalker

Call me down the from belvedere

Cast your snare for the fall

Thou hast only a narrow eye

For me to hold thee so high

Put a stop to my fantasy

Call me in for the night

Life’s a shame to be lived so wrong

Rolling outside the lines

Ah, ah…

Call me out for my sinner’s bones

Call me out to the pyre

Open wide, here’s fire warmth for burning

All those outside the lines

All those outside the lines