Wildbirds & Peacedrums Great Lines
We follow great lines
Thick layers of repetition
I've been repeating myself
So many times I'm getting worn out
Who is that in the mirror?
On the street my face gets blurry
Wet of tears and scrubbed from sand
Cause I fell on the beach in the sun
I fell
And got smashed a bit
That is a good excuse for lying down
I fell
And got smashed a bit
That is a good excuse for crying out
I fell
And got smashed a bit
That is a good excuse for lying down
For crying out
Out I fell
I fell, I'm falling down
I'm falling down, I'm falling out
The line went out, the line ended
And so did the space that was mine
How come we follow the great lines?
The biggest thickest lines
Not choosing our own
Not choosing mine
Out I fell
I fell, I'm falling down
I'm falling down, I'm falling out
The line went out, the line ended
And so did the space that was mine
How come we follow the great lines?
The biggest thickest lines
Not choosing our own
Not choosing mine
