Paper Birds - Greer

Trying to get me to stop

Oh, I try but I can’t

Dying to hear you just talk

Oh, I’d die just to hear you again

Over and over I’m pushing these boulders up walls

Shorter and shorter, these days make me older

I can’t complain, I can’t refrain

I’ve got two hands and my wrists

And today they’ll create

One million paper-made birds

That will fly but will break

Colder and colder, you give me that shoulder again

No rhyme or no reason explains all the treason you left me with

It’s on your lips

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’ve turned my hands into fists

So today I can break

One million paper-made birds

That will fly, not today

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh