Devoted Few Invisible Birds
waiting for the moment to come to stop the beating in my head
and i'm holding my breath for to long, it's all a means to the end
this air is killing us, where are we anyway
i can't see beyond my hand, the sky has melted again
it may be a hard act to follow but it's only something in my head
wake up at 3am, curse the clock in my head
the twilight stuck to your brow, 9 to 5 zombie
give a little bit and it don't mean nothing else, down the stairs to your sea
give a little bit and it don't mean nothing else, think that way and you'll see
it's only beginning
it may be a hard act to follow but it's only something in my head
up here the birds are invisible
