Made Out Of Babies Fed
It's just a little bit quiet And the air is sweet and so
cold and now it's just getting started running straight
to my head Drown in here shuffles of dry ing straw that's
got my full attention it goes to work heading straight to
my head when I did you wrong and all those words not
quite light as lead It's right up front and fed All my
mistakes sleep on the sun three little birds made
straight for my head but the window was closed and
shutting down tight but you stayed sweet to the end and
straight through the end had all those words not quite
light as lead and broke down instead and wild and red not
quite light as lead running straight to the end It's
right up front and fed
