There's some things i don't have now
Some things i don't talk about
These things are between myself and i
In my thick skull the joker hides
There's consequences i'm scared to taste
Cold hard truths i can't face
These days are different than the past
Reflections change in the looking glass
And everywhere i look there's something to learn
A sliver of truth from every bridge we burn
A hatful of quarters and a naked song
Don't answer the question of where we belong
How come birds
Don't fall from the sky when they die?
How come birds
Always look for a quiet place to hide
These words
Can't explain what i feel inside?
Like birds i need a quiet place to hide
These independent moves i make
This confidence i try to fake
You can hear the beating of my heart
But not a feather falling in the dark
And everything i hear never makes any sense
Another old prophet perched on the fence
A cupful of pencils and a self help guru
Don't answer the question of what i am to you