Hardwood floor calls to me
Like open doors, there ought to be
Something more than all of these
Agoraphobic words
Interpolate internal doubt
As something you can't go without
Prevent yourself from going out
The cages need their birds, oh
Press against the window pane
And watch the world remain the same
Would anybody know your name
Outside of these four walls
Come apart at shredded seams
A tower fan, white noise machine
You pull your teeth out in your dreams
And wake up as you fall, oh
But you take another step
And you take another
Falling out of touch
With everyone you know
Or maybe used to
Break your body down
To manageable parts
Just wings and carrion now
Talking to yourself
Alone in your room
The walls won't answer
And if you'd rather leave
Open your cage and
Pick yourself back up
Babbling - Birdsong Lyrics
Babbling - Birdsong Lyrics
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Hardwood floor calls to me
Like open doors, there ought to be
Something more than all of these
Agoraphobic words
Interpolate internal doubt
As something you can't go without
Prevent yourself from going out
The cages need their birds, oh
Press against the window pane
And watch the world remain the same
Would anybody know your name
Outside of these four walls
Come apart at shredded seams
A tower fan, white noise machine
You pull your teeth out in your dreams
And wake up as you fall, oh
But you take another step
And you take another
Falling out of touch
With everyone you know
Or maybe used to
Break your body down
To manageable parts
Just wings and carrion now
Talking to yourself
Alone in your room
The walls won't answer
And if you'd rather leave
Open your cage and
Pick yourself back up
Like open doors, there ought to be
Something more than all of these
Agoraphobic words
Interpolate internal doubt
As something you can't go without
Prevent yourself from going out
The cages need their birds, oh
Press against the window pane
And watch the world remain the same
Would anybody know your name
Outside of these four walls
Come apart at shredded seams
A tower fan, white noise machine
You pull your teeth out in your dreams
And wake up as you fall, oh
But you take another step
And you take another
Falling out of touch
With everyone you know
Or maybe used to
Break your body down
To manageable parts
Just wings and carrion now
Talking to yourself
Alone in your room
The walls won't answer
And if you'd rather leave
Open your cage and
Pick yourself back up
Writer: Sam Brooke
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid