Just like St. Francis The little birds come Lonely for a little warm You give them your music But they just want a song Oh no, I'll never learn
But I'd make beautiful sounds, I'd lay you down like A lover would My pride, still standing straight But looking back I wasn't so brave I wasn't so brave
Flying through tunnels At the mouth of New York Sometimes, I belong here But it's funny how leaving Turns the emptiness up The hole you never heard before
Oh I laugh in my hands A kiss from that man like A melody My pride, still standing tall But looking back, I wasn't brave at all I wasn't brave at all, was I?
I'd make beautiful sounds I'd lay you down like a lover would On the phone, I started to say But then I stopped I used to be brave I used to brave
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