Wave Machines Counting Birds
Dont look
Dont think
Dont speak dont try
Dont smile dont care
Dont reply
Disband your plan is to question why
You are a company man
Sit tight
Grip lights
Spit shoe shine bright
Count days that we face feels real life like
Squint eyes
See hearts and brake lights
And they're starting to dance
Heaven comes seven at a time
Dressed in metal
With a face of feathers
They cast white shadows as they climb
I sat counting birds with a friend of mine
If you could sure feel
Look to the news line
In the sands
We could sketch out a real design
Three strokes and you've got to cross 'a peace sign'
Its not the company plan
Slap back
There are streaks that they need you to pound
Smash your feet through the concrete and into the ground
Be a piece of a part of the background
Shake my hand
Heaven comes seven at a time
Dressed in metal
With a face of feathers
They cast white shadows as they climb
I sat counting birds with a friend of mine
Heaven comes seven at a time
Dressed in metal
With a face of feathers
They cast white shadows as they climb
I sat counting birds with a friend of mine
My 'skirt' was blue grey blue grey
Won't catch my drifting away
Ahhhhh
I've closed the spork its hand made
Won't catch my drifting away
Ahahahahahahahah
You hear rolling drums when you grind your teeth
It's too fast trying to march to your heart beat
Loves in your blood but it runs much too deep
I'm silent as hell
Heaven comes seven at a time
Dressed in metal
With a face of feathers
They cast white shadows as they climb
I sat counting birds with a friend of mine
Heaven comes seven at a time
Dressed in metal
With a face of feathers
They cast white shadows as they climb
I sat counting birds with a friend of mine