Talking Bird -
by Death Cab for Cutie
| Oh, my talking bird | |
| Though you know so few words | |
| They're on infinite repeat | |
| Like your brain can't keep up with your beak | |
| And you're kept in an open cage | |
| So you're free to leave or stay | |
| Sometimes you get confused | |
| Like there's a hint that I'm trying to give you | |
| The longer you think the less you know what to do | |
| It's hard to see your way out | |
| When you live in a house in a house | |
| 'Cause you don't realize | |
| That the windows were open the whole time | |
| But oh, my talking bird | |
| Though your feathers are tattered and furled | |
| I'll love you all your days | |
| 'Till the breath leaves your delicate frame | |
| It's all here for you as long as you choose to stay, hey | |
| It's all here for you as long as you don't fly away |