Birds -

Holding my head, there’s nothing that I know

Fine you told me so…

My head is a hive, and so be it, that’s why

Fine and I suppose

Your holding my hand, there ain’t nothing to hold…

…Yet!

So don’t let it get to you now

No don’t let it get to you now

Over my head and everywhere I go

Fine you told me so…

My head is inclined to old and sinking boats

Crimes and chemicals

Holding my head

There ain’t nothing to know

…Yet!

So don’t let it get to you now

And don’t let it get to you now…

Now…