Tiny Moving Parts I'd Rather Soar With The Thought Of Birds Carrying Us Away
Billions of bodies, falling from the promising sky
I really hope you believe me
These branches are breaking,
cutting our ties with my worst thoughts I’ve ever came across.
I hope you cross this bridge with me tonight.
Ever I since I knew how to hear,
my ears directed me to the sense of knowledge of what’s coming up next
Time’s dying.
I wasn’t being selfish, I gave you everything I had.
Shut up, keep quiet, don’t speak words you know I’ve never said.
I’ll still listen to you but remember I’ve built you hope, I’ve built you a home,
and now I know you’ll never sleep alone.
I’ve talked to myself far past the point, of knowing
that there’s voices in the sky, in the skylight.
I lost all my friends in the course of this,
they all left like starving wolves in winter striving elsewhere.
When I was a boy, I remember our first kiss, the river we swam in, the texture on your lips.
The clouds were crying I can still hear the sadness, it was nothing less than perfect.
I’m trying my best to keep us alive because we’ll separate when it gets too late.
So if you hear this, we will be saved, we will stay strong,
we won’t be like children running in their backyards.
I’d collapse each one of my lungs to give you all the air I have,
to make you live a second longer
a second would be safe to know that
I was a second ahead of the fact of losing you, like quicksand,
and nothing would bring us back.
When will they drop?
We are slowly fading
I still feel this distance,
while we’re hand in hand.
Let’s climb this mountain, push me off it.
I’d rather soar with the thought of birds carrying us away.
so let us fly.
When you look up, you better think of me.
I’m trying to stay optimistic, so in better words
at least failure was accomplished.
